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Uh-huh, okay, murder! [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie Make a quick by most and now I'm feeling kinda groovy Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty But she got to have the facial features of Caruchi Easy sex, she got the diamonds in the coochie Get me girls to gift to guys to grip and give them Gucci Living lavish, looking loving lot of Luchi Got to give a shout out to my other mother Ruby That's because she's always been an angel to me Plus I wanna give one to my O.G. brother Scoobie Packed the bus that would make a sucky nigga woozy Loving leaf and liquor ever since I was a juvie Now I need another, no, I'm not a newbie Smoking reefer with the darker nigga from the loonies Piece of hotter head is stuck off in her booties [Pre-Hook: Tech N9ne] Got them fake toys That creates joy Such a great choice Wake and bake, boy Songtexte[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (Wake and bake!) When I get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga! (Wake and bake!) Flipping on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga! (Wake and bake!) Gotta get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga! (Wake and bake!) Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the old weed, ah! [Verse 2: Bernz] Open up my eyes and need some roaches for my breakfast Don't know where I am cause lately I been living reckless They don't mind the ashtray, smoke it 'till I'm breathless Soaking up the eyes and tryna focus on my next shit Toking on that lion 'till I'm spotting the dimensions Fuck a GPS, ride two too high, they get resumption I been on a mission, just to get us all that necklace Hitting every city with the motherfucking vengeance Maybe it's an access, maybe it's expected Maybe you can blame it on my material possessions Cause when I'm getting high it's when I tell you my direction But if it's up to me I'd rather lie and give y'all guessing Every single morning I'm just smoking on my blessings Mix a little coffee with my cannabis and exit I know it's infectious, a spiritual connection I get when I wake up and turn into the smoking session [Pre-Hook: Tech N9ne] Got them fake toys That creates joy Such a great choice Wake and bake, boy [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (Wake and bake!) When I get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga! (Wake and bake!) Flipping on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga! (Wake and bake!) When I get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga! (Wake and bake!) Oh no, no, no, don't see! I got the old weed! [Verse 3: Wrekonize] Waking up, I'm baking blunts, I'm going, somebody stop me I fly my definitions higher than Hitachi Last night I was drinking, got my thinking kinda choppy My girl came over knocking, calling out for papi Fly as Nicaragua and dressed in Louie and Versace I bent her over and I fried her like hibachi Feeling high and cocky, balling out like Bachi She brought a friend who had a tight end, Jeremy Shockey Matter fact, the volcano was loaded up [?] Vaporized the weed and dropping treats like we were Rocky All the brothers bringing over trees was kinda sloppy But made it packing pens, got your friends acting like zombies Naga told me Nazis, die and hard to proxy But fuck a middleman, you know that Joanie only Chachi's Rappers's butts are pressing us to snooze, bitch, watch me Wake and bake and take until the face like paparazzi [Pre-Hook: Tech N9ne] Got them fake toys That creates joy Such a great choice Wake and bake, boy [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (Wake and bake!) When I get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga! (Wake and bake!) Flipping on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga! (Wake and bake!) I said I gotta get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga! (Wake and bake!) Oh no, no, no, no, don't see! I got the old weed, my nigga! Aus Songtexte Mania