[Chorus:]
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Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk
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As I bump with the humps in the trunk
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I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good
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As I bounce to a party in the hood
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[x2]
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[Verse 1:]
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[Suga Free]
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Slide, slide, slippety slide
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Because I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside
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Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes
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So I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
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Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
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Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack
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'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep
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And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep
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Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now
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And my hoes can't go until my money is right
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Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up
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And roll this weed up, like [?], speed up with the beat up
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And roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo
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Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote
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The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke
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As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
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Hittin' 16 switches is the life
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While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs
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I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm
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The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her
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As I tip top out the Cadillac
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I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang
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[?Tony Lang?]
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[?] up in a planatary temper high
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Tryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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[Suga Free]
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Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds
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I'm paranoid but I still want that herb
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Somebody [?] cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb
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I'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky
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I'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky
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I'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'
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One two three, I emerge as a G
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The Chronic got my membrane stuck
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I'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff
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And my eyes are oh so loaded
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That I can barely focus in on my folks
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Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe
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Slip and slide to the flow where the ?heatho?
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Really though, here we go ho
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Foe everytime I look around I see hoes
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So many different freaks to be chose
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So what you sayin'? What you sayin'?
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Spit that game and bust these hoes
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[?] caught me for a dog, how?
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Got you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow
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That [?] was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook
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Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book
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To a bitch thinkin' just like blue
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Don't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you
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Now if you got a sack of weed say "Right, right"
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Now hold it up and wave it from side to side
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Cause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed
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Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath
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Yeah I can feel my heart beat
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It's Suga Free, come take this weed from me
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And something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee.. Suga Free
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And I feel so high, my mouth is dry
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But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise
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Seems.. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic
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Not that boo-bop that you got
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Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie
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That every other bud head do
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The certain general has just informed you and I
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To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well
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[Chorus x4]
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Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk...
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Doe Doe And A Skunk
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Suga Free |