No stems, no seeds that you don't need, Acapolca Gold is (Inhale) Some bad ass weed
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Yo mudda fuckaz, you ready to get hiiiiigh?
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I smoke two joints in the morning, two at night
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I smoke all day to drift away, til' I feel alright
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I just float away, til' I come on down
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It's propound the sound, when I get a green pound
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I get stoned in the morn, to get the skin tone
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I'm Smokin' a few bones then I get in the zone
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My budz rock the top, to get ya ass in flight
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Pack it tight, real tight, in the glass pipe
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I getz blazed, real dazed, it's the shit in
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You getz back handed if you get caught double-hittin'
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It's written, to pass it to the left
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Take a hit, hold it in, until it hurts your chest
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If you don't choke you ain't hittin' it right
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That's what Mr. J says we gettin' ripped every night
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Grab the three-footer let the hits last long
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Cuz it's all about the B-B-B-Bong
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Smoke it up, sing this song
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Get the phat sac for the water bong
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Light it up, take a rip
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Clear the chamber or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)
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Saint Sinna pass the pipe
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I got rip some mutha fuckin' green bud
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mutha fucka make sure it's packed tight
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I got the green luv, green luv, green luv
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Oh shit son, kick back and lemme preach on the gonja
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The phat sac stash I snatched from ya momma
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Ima bud fiend, fiendin' for the green leaf treat
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Bowl, bong, pipe, blunt, joint, nice dreams
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A wiggity ziggity zaggity, Zig-Zags
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I got the bags you got the papers, I got the papers you got the bags
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Smoke it all up don't be a sucka
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(Inhale) Like this mutha fucka?
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Amateurs, never smokin' like the master an'
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Puff passin', longer lastin', hydro blastin'
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Mutha fucka, you's a one hit wonda
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And you assed out, passed out, from the (Boom) of my thunda
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Smoke it up, sing this song
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Get the phat sac for the water bong
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Light it up, take a rip
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Clear the chamber or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)
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I got five on it but you can't smoke for free
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You gotta come up with some cash to smoke out with me
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But you my homie, so there ain't no fee
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Let's break it out, no stems no seeds
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(Fire it up holmes) Gettin' lifted is our mission
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Tokin' up every hour like a prescription
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Red hairs, red eyes, red is all that is seen
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I'm like a weed fiend so fuck tha visine
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Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale)
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Come on mutha fucka (What?) Don't choke
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Man up clean tha bowl, clear it up
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I know it's hard cuz we smoke the good stuff
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Good shit, good rips, good hits, don't be a bitch
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(Whut!) Smoke it (Riiight) Toke it
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Down to the resin, one last drag
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(Cough) You're buying next bag
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Smoke it up, sing this song
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Get the phat sac for the water bong
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Light it up, take a rip
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Clear the chamber or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)
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Hey man we're outta papers
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Aight then get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tinfoil
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Well, we don't have a cork screw
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Aight, then get me an avacado, and ice-pick, and my snorkle
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Trust me bro, I've made bongs with less, hurry up
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This weed was the shiznittle bam snip snap sack
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Be Kind 2 Your Budz
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Bio Killaz |