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, d-d-d-d-damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life, pack it in a pipe, put it to a light, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, i ignite, i'm high as a kite, levitate through a fuckin' room, i'm in flight, nigga so geeked that i ain't feeling right, and i just wanna come down, get back home from mars, call a fucking paramedic cause i feel like i'mma die, party 'til my death, cardiac arrest, heart beatin' out a nigga mothafuckin' chest, dawg what'd you put inside this weed, is it laced?, cause i feel like i got bugs eating all around my face, they in formation, california kush, shit so loud like a ho that need a douche, like i'm in a coma need a motivator push, there a nigga go, with the dope boys dough like, let me get a can i get a, half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, eighth, half ounce, quarter pound, yep, nigga fix my order, all different flavors and i'm 'bout to, burn it, down, in my 'lac with the preacher's daughter, windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters, my paint swag boss sit the rims on tortoise, now i'm looking spaced out cause i'm really spaced out, plenty mary jane all satellites cordless, big bag of wi-fi, smell it when i fly by, look at these colors, loud packed full of tie-dye, out of here, i'm high, see you later, bye-bye, grindin' up fresh fruit while i'm eating pantie, pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man i, can't seem to focus seein' double never pans out, what it is? see her look her tongue out, when i pull that bong out, fuck it baby girl pull your pants down, half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, young nigga with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop, niggas hatin' on the internet, only cause i can't run up in your house, and lay yo head on yo laptop, crack rock, with the rap spot, to the top man, i'm 'bout that, the loud pack made a soundtrack, all around the world with a sound that, make 'em wonder where i hid the fuckin' bomb at, bomb sack, i'mma medicate, livin' life for a better day, i wonder where niggas think i'mma be at the end of the year, 12/21/12 2012? hell, i ain't really trippin' i'mma get it while a nigga here!, end of the year, i'm killin' 'em all, speak my mind, then i'm sendin' it off, hittin' the booth, smokin' like i'm chillin' wit snoop, and if it's money then i'm gettin' involved, i told you motherfuckers i ain't finna play 'round, playground rappers finna fuckin' lay down, hear that ak sound killin' every rapper, you ain't safe in the safe house, las vegas route, with a fuckin' bay crowd, jarren benton brought a motherfuckin' a crowd, so a1 that i'm a+, hit up aplus, to shoot a damn video at dame house, same crowd but we make moves, work hard, had to pay dues, gettin' money still the same dude, sellin my soul somethin' that i can't do, tell these bitch niggas, betta make room, less cheap for the best weed, west coast not cali, but the lv, half ounce, quarter pound for the low, low key, you could probably slide through around next week, i'm the nigga that you need to know,