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I'm in the land..
L.A. -- land of the sticky
Sup?
What ch'all know bout that purple weed nigg*?
Show y'all some s**t
It's that sticky, that bud
Indo, hydro
Open up the window, I'm bout to blow!
That fire s**t
nigg* what ch'all, what ch'all got
what ch'all got to roll em up?
Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies?
nigg* straight, ?, the Dutches and the Black n Milds?
Y'all don't know nuttin about them Corolas
Ha yeah, J.O.B., one point five
Mystikal
Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end
Take the Phillie out and roll it up!
Light it, hit it, hold it, pass
Puff puff blow it up!
See some of y'all be talkin about blowin
but can't handle the doja
Gettin sleepy n s**t, quittin all early
b*tch you ain't no smoker!
Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt
the sticks with the brown buds
Me, I ain't got s**t else to do
nigg* I'm bout to get fked UP!
Two cases of green, optimal burned away
A.M. done turned to P.M.
and nighttime done turned back to day
I'm, still smo-kin
Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED!
It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke
It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja
Disconnect the smoke detector and
put a wet towel up under the door!
Nobody else probably more dope for me, I got the whole tree
Leftovers for me, whoo this b*tch off the HEE!
Button up cause suck em up is a pet peeve
First don't put my light in your pocket
Second don't wet my god d*mn weed!!
That's just two, before I could get to three and four
five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do'
Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious
Gotta hide this s**t, cause I know that's hotel security
I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes"
He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke!"
fk it just went to jail for that s**t
I ain't goin back
I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest
Cause I ain't goin out like that!
Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower
Tryin to clear it up
Worried like a dog but I gotta open the door
Fukkit here go nuthin!
The do' swung open and some young nigg*
talkin bout, "What's happenin?"
He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!"
Ain't that a b*tch!
Boy you betta get your b*tch as* up outta here
nigg* I'd think you the motherfkin police
I done threw all my motherfkin weed away
fkin with you old b*tch as* nigg*
nigg*, get your motherfkin hoe as* up outta here
b*tch before I stomp your b*tch ass
The fk!
Boy this nigg* done blew my motherfkin high
