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When i get to a party to get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know what loc's doin' i'm blazin a joint
Cause it seems a lot of times i'm at my best
After some methical or a bowl of sense.
I'm creatin' multiplyin' big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
Park my benz or cold jet it on my scooter
Bail to tha coast, take a head of this skunk
Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope
Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip
So much damn resin it's startin' to drip