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roll it up light it up smoke it up inhale, exhale
It's Friday mornin, where the weed at
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cos I wanna get high like a plane in the sky with the indo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters so I can roll it and set it on fire Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable I wanna do a joint venture Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it I can smoke it and I still get faded Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale exhale East Coast hittin that blunt, West Coast hittin that honeydip Might he want a joint then I want another hit Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up I wanna stimulate my mind so I toke it up Can I get a hit Can I get a hooh Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew so I can get faded, elevated Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it I stand true to the guess guy As I keep runnin from the chop-per Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags Puto won't be holdin out on the big bag My fav song to get fucked up too, back in the day we would just hang out smoke pot all day long and get drunk hehehe those were the days :) this was the theme song, the first joint of the day was always smoked to it haha. |