[Bizzy Bone]
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You know we gotta have a weed song!
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ooh
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well they always got a weed song, luv it when my families high/
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i know a few of you got issues cuz evils been out to get you/
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keep the family tight/
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light up the reefah for a stay over, family ties/
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when i die we gon make some dolla dollas/
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well enough to holla holla/
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been smokin marijuana wit my bitchez/
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smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/
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livin off cleveland ??? for life/
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livin off weed and vibes/
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Straight ??? niggas/
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wit seasoned and stress givin em chop ya ???/
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Hey, Dont put it on me dont put it on me, look at me, im high/
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i got some money i can let the shit dry/
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if its sticky then its sticky oooh i/
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sore eyes, she gets me let me see it up under the bar/
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[Chorus]
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Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
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its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
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Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew.
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oooooooooh
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Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
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its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
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Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!
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Get Money!, Get Money!
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[Prince Rasu]
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Scavangers watch me all times, when i wont feel like a million bucks/
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they say ??? fuck wit me, i tie ya children up/
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Reguardless of courtcases and they charges/
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im bumpin off hennessey nautious, ridin shotty in hot impalas/
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rock a jersey, dippin like a derby, gets up ya style/
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freak ill black em out laced wit the flame james brown/
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sippin on cuppacino, like carlito and gambino/
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schemin on a freedo big chips to whip benzino/
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challenge i say no, obstacles gon have to get hurtled/
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baby im out to collar for dollaz, niggaz i hurt you/
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wont reimburse you, except wit shots that'll hurt you/
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Glocks that'll murk you, shoulda never crept after curfew/
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im untouchable, similar to scarface/
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street verse of pacino be in yo kilos like star space/
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enterprise on a mission to go, where no man has gone b'fo'/
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wit clean getaways to mexico/
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plush rides, cuban carrots i gota find/
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life is a gamble, roll the dice, they never lie/
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my niggaz high, splittin vegas smokin incredible/
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sweakin like earl manigo baby its understandable/
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im droppin techs, fresh out the joint and still on a short chain/
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nigga when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my brain/
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[Capo Confuscious]
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Addicted Pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pass it around/
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have the entire crowd lifted like cheech and chong/
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up in smoke, blown away, gazin trippin off shroomies/
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hallucinatin amongst ??? settle for goofy ass/
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ever since then drug substance straight blaze the weed/
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contemplate money schemes, currency value increase/
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gorillas get sorted when they see a brother flossin his brand new lexo land cruiser/
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and they still leasin a 2 door honda accord (oh lord)/
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resident neighbours scared, terrorise the suburbs/
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freaky parties in til 5 o clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/
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kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come pussy go/
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spend quality time, faithful to mary jane/
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lifted always stay high/
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soon as my chronic supply run low/
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back to the weed spot purchase sum mo, lets go/
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[Chorus]
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Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
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its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
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Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew.
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oooooooooh
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Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
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its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
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Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!
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Get Money!, Get Money!
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Weed Song
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Bizzy Bone |