[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
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D-d-d-d-damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life
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Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light
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5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite
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I'm high as a kite
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Levitate through a fuckin' room, I'm in flight
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Nigga so geeked that I ain't feeling right
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And I just wanna come down, get back home from Mars
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Call a fucking paramedic cause I feel like I'mma die
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Party 'til my death, cardiac arrest
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Heart beatin' out a nigga mothafuckin' chest
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Dawg what'd you put inside this weed, is it laced?
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Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face
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They in formation, California Kush
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Shit so loud like a ho that need a douche
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Like I'm in a coma need a motivator push
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There a nigga go, with the dope boys dough like,
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Let me get a can I get a
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[Hook]
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Half ounce, quarter pound
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [4x]
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good,
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good,
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Half ounce, quarter pound,
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [2x]
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[Verse 2: Aleon Craft]
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Eighth, half ounce, quarter pound
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Yep, nigga fix my order
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All different flavors and I'm 'bout to, burn it, down
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In my 'Lac with the preacher's daughter
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Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters
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My paint swag boss sit the rims on tortoise,
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Now I'm looking spaced out cause I'm really spaced out
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Plenty Mary Jane all satellites cordless
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Big bag of Wi-Fi, smell it when I fly by,
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Look at these colors, loud packed full of tie-dye,
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Out of here, I'm high, see you later, bye-bye,
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Grindin' up fresh fruit while I'm eating pantie,
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Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I
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Can't seem to focus seein' double never pans out,
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What it is? See her look her tongue out
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When I pull that bong out, fuck it baby girl pull your pants down
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[Hook]
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Half ounce, quarter pound
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [4x]
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good,
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good,
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Half ounce, quarter pound,
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Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [2x]
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[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]
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Young nigga with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop
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Niggas hatin' on the internet, only cause I can't run up in your house
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And lay yo head on yo laptop, crack rock, with the rap spot,
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To the top man, I'm 'bout that, the loud pack made a soundtrack
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All around the world with a sound that,
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Make 'em wonder where I hid the fuckin' bomb at
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Bomb sack, I'mma medicate, livin' life for a better day
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I wonder where niggas think I'mma be at the end of the year
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12/21/12 2012? Hell, I ain't really trippin' I'mma get it while a nigga here!
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End of the year, I'm killin' 'em all, (true)
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Speak my mind, then I'm sendin' it off
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Hittin' the booth, smokin' like I'm chillin' wit Snoop
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And if it's money then I'm gettin' involved
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I told you motherfuckers I ain't finna play 'round,
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Playground rappers finna fuckin' lay down
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Hear that AK sound (BLAH!) killin' every rapper,
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You ain't safe in the safe house
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Las Vegas route, with a fuckin' Bay crowd
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Jarren Benton brought a motherfuckin' A crowd
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So A1 that I'm A+, hit up Aplus, to shoot a damn video at Dame house
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Same crowd but we make moves, work hard, had to pay dues
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Gettin' money still the same dude, sellin my soul somethin' that I can't do
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Tell these bitch niggas, betta make room
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Less cheap for the best weed, West Coast not Cali, but the LV
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Half ounce, quarter pound for the low, low key
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You could probably slide through around next week
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I'm the nigga that you need to know
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[Hook]
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Half Ounce Quarter Pound
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Jarren Benton |