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All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me Is smoking on your Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) Jus' come ride with me Now salute eh yo While you puff 'til your eyes get low Now salute ooh To all my potheads across the globe I roll up something, nah I don't fuck with the drink Would have wrote this verse down, but I'm too high to think Pupils is pink Like my nigga Spitta, I'm too fly to sink Devin, light the stink Let's go, I'll smoke a zone playing P3 My nigga Shiest got that E.T., Got a nigga sleepy, yah I used to coast down posts Lookin' real nonchalant This sale, off the Audemar You go to coppin', don't get more than one! I go to coppin', and they throw me somethin' It's like that This for my piss-test failures who won't leave it alone Shout out to Ricky Williams and Pacman Jones c'mon All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me SongtexteIs smoking on your Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) Jus' come ride with me Now salute eh yo While you puff 'til your eyes get low Now salute ooh To all my potheads across the globe Even before I get my pad and my pen I must have my weed, I grab my bag, then dig in Mix my shit together so that it's all different kinds of flavors They think I'm baking pies to distribute to the neighbors, no I'm smoking weed, that tastes like, kinda cake-like Bud is getting better, but the price is starting To skyrocket, so I said fuck it, bought an Aerogarden So I can get high, smoke big, and break even No longer have to wait for harvest season For strictly smoking, why do I have to push Sitting back with a fat sack of pineapple kush I wish a motherfucker would try to take my weed So I take it and I stash the shit, so no one can see Then I make it safe grab a brew to equalize it Every day I'm smoking weed, I'm hoping soon they'll legalize it All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me Is smoking on your Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) Jus' come ride with me Now salute eh yo While you puff 'til your eyes get low Now salute ooh To all my potheads across the globe The bud brownies that I ate just kicking in I got my Jordan Number Eights, black, aqua, and grape These niggas try'na duplicate the Pilot DNA Copycats see the big dog comin' and run away Bitches fall through at the crib and can't get up, they want to stay I got your old lady in my '88 Z-28 Haze got her dazed, she's stuck, she don't know what to say I have the best week ever every seven days In the magazine pictures, so high I might fly off the page Rap, smoke, fly, drive, do it all with grace For the Kush, I got a Jones like Grace I call my house first, cause first is my place, yeah All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me Is smoking on your Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!) Jus' come ride with me Now salute eh yo While you puff 'til your eyes get low Now salute ooh To all my potheads across the globe Aus Songtexte Mania