[Intro: Swizz Beatz (Styles P)]
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(Yo Swizz! This is the tree-mix!)
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Yeah, smoke, now
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S.P. c'mon (L.O.X.!) S.P. c'mon
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Ghost - it's showtime, it's showtime! (Swizzie!)
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Ghost - lighters in the air!
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[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
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I wanna roll somethin up so
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I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
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I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
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Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
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You should roll somethin up so
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you can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
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You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
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Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
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[Jadakiss]
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AH-HAH! Yo, I already got it, they want power
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Pump haze, blow sour, top floor of the Trump Towers
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They style is nasty, that's why they want ours
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Sign my name in the book, send y'all chumps flowers
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Light it if it's exotic and blow it 'til it's gone
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They find out who got it then cop a whole jawn
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Say I didn't warn ya
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Roll a couple up at the same time so the cypher can go around longer
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In weed terms I'm a couple pounds stronger
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All I need is one more connect, California
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And I ain't gon' rush, I'ma take my time
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Stay on my grind, and, just blow my mind
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[Chorus]
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[Sheek Louch]
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Silverback! Uhh
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Stacks of money, big Cohiba, call me Eddie Cheeba
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Granddaddy blazin, Sheek Louch amazin
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Coupe Caucasian, system Asian, seats Italian
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And the medallion, I'll be fuckin stylin
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Answer this - who you know better than 'Kiss?
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Better than P, better than the Silver-B
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Back gorilla, Apollo filler, guarded twice
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Just that nice, look at the ice
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Now look at the hammer
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I want cheese like you in front of the damn camera, 'til I see the slammer
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Black Chuckers, one bubble, the God is here
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I hit the block, they put they LIGHTERS IN THE AIR!
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P]
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I get (Red-man) to (B-Real), my (Method Man) is (Luniz)
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I (Snoop) around, watch a channel live in the boonies
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Forgot where the telly is, and I lost the room key
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The green might ruin me
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Need a few quarters, few waters and some trail mix
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Peanut butter and jelly, I'm tryin to tell you real shit
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Hit the studio, blow, go and lay some ill shit
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Hit my boy Swizz like, we gon' make the ill mix
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People wanna ask if The Lox broke up
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That's like S.P. the Ghost bein not smoked up
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And I'm back to the head
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Cause I don't need the germs from the worms, don't pass cause I'm stackin the bread
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[Chorus]
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[Swizz Beatz]
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You should roll somethin up so you can just um, blow, your mind
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Blow Your Mind (Remix)
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| Styles P |
