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I smoke till my eyes seem, lime greenand there's no cure but a bath in visinemy dope's fresh off the boat, and my buds juicywith fiery red hairs like I love Lucymy crib is crawling with blunt roaches andwhen I'm feigning, I exterminate them by themlit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slowhit and flow spit and blow smoke out in little O'syou know the seed never falls far from the treegerminate and touch heads constantly THCthe O throw shows we throw joints in the crowdwe got, joints in our mouth, see the point is we proudaround for night when Snype rolled a quarter poundin one joint, or stuffed inside four philly titans with all our boys aroundI took your girls silver pearl, blew her mind with the AKwhile you were stretching dimes into eight J's[Hook]Smoke a pound of herb a day and yokeep the peace with the weed and hashpuff puff give, puff puff give, if I'm hard to find take two pulls and pass[Cuts] "My whole comittee like to puff L's, sound in my veins and a pound on my brainsmoke with me, light one up, getting high, smoking weed....."Blueberry sativa straight pouring out your speakersmary jane told me meet her at the very highest peak ofSongtextethe Himalayas well spin a J of the northern lightswe'll swim in hydroponical chronic cause waters lifeafghani gold was the last gram we rolledhash and we hold stashed in the dash cause these hoeswith badges wont grab this G-13 beastersrebirth like easter from smoke thick like keiferreefer sparks my acid battery your placid cavalryis smashed and that'll be what will happen if you matching mewe burn chem rocks to hemlock our brainI got a ten spot, you got a ten spot?let's spark the flameI'd be like Bill Gates if I ain't spend ill caketo get real baked and spend my day in a chill placein case I don't get a next life I live the best lifeI can and smoke bless right, until my death like I......[Hook: x2]before the first second of my first day, my birthdaybefore my delivery I had hit my first Jsee my parents were hippies I was delivered at hometo relax during labor mom lit up a boneso when it comes to getting high ya'll I'm a liferparents smuggled weed from Jamaica in my diapersblazing I'm the caucasian version of Bob Marleyasian eyes staying high in the clouds like god's armyI went, from a joint to a nickle to a dimethen a half to a Z now its P's all the timemost of my crew was high in high schooland failed, but got a A + from getting high schooland how I do seems obscene to mostthe green I toast, make you believe you seen a ghostyo I smoke so much, I don't need no dutchput the lie in my mouth spit fire and roast upblow puffs of smoke clouds, cumulus, cirrusand if you near us puffin' canabis I know you hear usif I get cancer man, I'ma go to Amsterdamsmoke a handsome gram to the face, casue thats the answer manand I still wish, Clinton had admitted that he hit it and got liftedcause maybe today it would be permittedit's medicinal, who you gon' listen toa psycho that's rich from cigarettes and wants to put a micro-chip in you?fuck that! if you got weed puff thatand if your smoking something let your man touch thatthe real drugs crack, heroin and alcoholtobacco and mescalin and the rest of them cause after allwhat did weed do but make your lies see throughand bring a peaceful vibe to all of my peopleVirtuoso blow O's and yohold up, no more flow I'm a go smoke some dro[Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania