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    (lighter clicking in the background)
    now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling)

    and this is for the weed heads and this is for the
    weedheads
    get a bag of dope in a quarter o
    (repeat2x)

    (chorus)(repeat2x)
    (second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get
    high get high")
    so who want a bag who want a bag
    you want a bag you want a bag
    you got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer
    store
    get a bag of dope and a quarter o

    (first verse)
    Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time
    some of them say weed evil a little sumthin sumthin for
    my people
    and though I know that weed will even out your day
    love everything green well that's what my sister said god said
    gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
    will you take one hit that'll make you hush up nigga shut
    the fuck up
    No stems though indo and chronic hydro that stinkin' and I can think of
    some more
    ohh yeah time to smoke sesso I know high day come
    around on friday
    toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
    as the reefer help me see more everyday
    would've it could've it be heaven sent
    one hell of a superstar ball every first friday
    of the month
    and your humbily invited were truly humbly united
    enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my
    fade on
    I'm so high

    (chorus)(same as first)

    (second verse)
    it'll rule ya smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
    they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
    fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
    reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva
    heave her (nigga)
    you better believe us even when i'm lonly weed wont
    leave us
    not like these fake niggas that decieve us
    all day the weed man bizzy need the chronic when it's
    seedless
    life aint easy put it on eazy but we still
    breathin
    takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
    heaven
    chokin with my breezy
    that herbal healin
    and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna
    spend your scrilla
    and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they
    killin (hell ya)
    I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin
    wit pills
    nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off
    the ecstasy
    so come to the realers mysterious and the rush of a box of blunts,
    a sack of skunk and your endin' up in the coffin (sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff)
    (chorus)(same as first)

    (verse three)
    toke that toke untill we love that love that
    that
    dont legalize cuz they know we can roll
    gettin high just to get by
    through all the suicides and homicides
    and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
    and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood
    and it would rain
    and it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and
    it aint all good
    I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers kreeper
    and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
    reefer
    neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
    boys
    niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight
    ts tight ts
    my shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin
    livin on green leaves that will make your heart
    bleed for the moment
    just go and let me split up the weed and be silent
    and sober
    no jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to
    come over
    we smokin smokin and now we tokin tokin and then we chokin
    chokin chokin
    chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
    I'm so high

    (chorus)(repeat til end)

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