[Coughs]
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Pass that
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Let me hit that
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C'mon nigga
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[Chorus: Ludacris]
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What u smokin on, nigga
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What u smokin on
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What u smokin on, nigga
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What u smokin on
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What u smokin on, bitch
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What u smokin on
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What u smokin on, bitch
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What u smokin on
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I get so high
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I get so high
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And fall off in the sky
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[Verse 1: Ludacris]
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I've fallen and I can't get up, somebody wake me up
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So high that my eyelids low, feelin like I'm in a coma better come shake me up
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What you wanna do Luda? Shit, roll up might as well
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AK-47 to the head then we ain't dead, we just high as hell
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You might know it as weed, grass marijuana, cannabis, sativa
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You may call it cheeba, maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa
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Smokin on white moonshine, or that anthrax, or that blue dream
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Spread a lil cologne on my clothes feeling like Versace blue jeans
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While y'all smoking that rough weed, that dirt shit, that ragamuff
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I'm smoking on that homegrown and pass out cuz I done had enough
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Of that sour diesel, that northern lights, and that killa Cali
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They see me out up Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui Wowie
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Ludacris]
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Look, don't fret
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You niggas need a better connect, you gotta get your status up
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Y'all smoke that stress, we smoke that shit that won the cannabis cup
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Now I'm higher than a satellite, eating everything like a parasite
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Now we in the streets looking for the baddest dike
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To run a midnight train like Gladys Knight
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I'm higher than the prices at Petro
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Higher than the balloon after you let go
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Cuz I'm smokin on that loud in the middle of a crowd
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And the loud is really louder than techno
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I've got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana
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Luda, study more Buddha than the Dalai Lama
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Granddaddy purp, bubble gum, or the OG Kush
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White widow, or the g13, and the Irene got your homies shook
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But that Jack Herer and the headband got my homies wired
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And the blueberry yum yums that fire
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
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Uh
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Smokin on that something grown at home, sunken blowin ozs
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Nigga I'm from PGH but all my weed from Califon'
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Can't find the remote control
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That's how you know I'm stoned
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All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs
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Brownies, trippy sticks, and vaporizers, we could smoke a bowl
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All these niggas smokin weed around me it's a smoke-a-thon
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Crowded in my whip, its partly cloudy cuz we smokin strong
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You say you can't smoke them joints, probably cuz you rolled it wrong
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My dollars up, I'm gettin em and I'm foldin it
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I'm lighting em, I'm hittin em, I'm not holdin it
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I'm passin them straight to Ludacris and he's smokin it
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Security and a nigga that own a bitch, Askin
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What You Smoking On
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| Ludacris |
