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Hey Bro who got smoke? Swisher sweet, backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I’m on High as a kite tho, Og seasoned cilantro I blow I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo I can’t believe it, believe it I do this shit every time (every time), damn Get so very high and forget What I needed, I needed Did one of y'all see if I, damn Searching like CSI, yeah Cuz I fucked around and left my weed I fucked around and left my weed I gotta go and get my weed Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh Yeah Yeah, pull up to front, party going live Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive Boss in the building, party with a real one Pocket full of racks, still number one bonafide Show you right, post up with a few bottles, a few models Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars SongtexteAnd I smoke to that Reaching in my Louie bag Tryna find that King Louie stash Yeah I’m bout to do em bad Baby wanna take a flick I’m like “Cool make it quick cuz I still can’t find my shit” Reach a little deeper, now I’m mad No weed in the party, all bad I’m in the parking lot, heading to the whip Cuz now this party ain’t shit I Can’t believe it, believe it I do this shit every time, damn Get so very high and forget What I needed, I needed Did one of yall see if I, damn Searching like CSI, yeah Cuz I fucked around and left my weed I fucked around and left my weed I gotta go and get my weed Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh Yeah All shit I did it again Nigga moving too quick, tryna get with my friends To get fucked up, I coffee cups and the brewskis But hold up, I noticed I’m missing my ooo wees Like Snoop D, I need at least 2 sweets to soothe me Blunt wraps, swishers and loose leafs Now I got to go back to the crib Try to sneak in, hope my gal don’t shoot me Thinking I’m lying, trying to have a good time Barbecue, music, and good vibes Wonder should I, make a call to come thru with an Ounce When Damn I got two at the house Now I got to make a decision Should I hit the back door with precision? Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers They be gotting Red Dead Redemption vision I Can’t believe it, believe it I do this shit every time, damn Get so very high and forget What I needed, I needed Did one of yall see if I, damn Searching like CSI, yeah Cuz I fucked around and left my weed I fucked around and left my weed I gotta go and get my weed Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh Yeah Hey Bro who got smoke? Swisher sweet, backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I’m on Aus Songtexte Mania