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Now normally I don't put myself on front street _________________ make the blunt sweet I get the best New York city bomb shit ________________ from a bong hit Nah dog down the block they be selling dirt One hit off this shit and ya (?)cerebellum work(?) Ya gotta keep yourself under observation Having a two day analytical conversation A laugh attack with nothing to laugh at Car full of spics smoke outta the hatchback Get me a (?)fill of your(?) candy Then get bent watching the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Hate running outta weed when I need some Got me digging through the house for weed crumbs I hope that's it that might be it hold it Roll that shit light that shit smoke it - When I was a little lad I had a little drag Of grass mixed with killer hash, Dad never hid his stash I'd separate the seeds from the skunk Pops was so high he'd lock the keys in the trunk Late on a school day Leave for a weed run Seeing the reruns, feening he needs some Candles and statues and doing voodoo Then you get the munchies for some oodles of noodles Then he get paranoid and start a home search, "We have a prowler. Anthony, you go first, Ssh you hear that? The sound from last night?" I'm scared in the hall with a knife and a flashlight That's me at age 11 Catch a contact in Tremonte with Jay and Kevin ________________ rolled the weed and blazed with brethren Fingertips is yellow from the haze's resin - Light up the broccoli Roll up the ______ The highest ______ smoking some reefer Puffin the _____ till the blunt's gone Ain't nothing like the green from a Mexican from lawn You got the _______ You got that catnip (?)In 86 states they say(?) roll up a fat spliff From chronic to ganja to sour diesel I'm high on strawberry fields as if I was a Beatle ______ Amsterdam twisting up lemon haze Started a torch been about 11 days (Where was I?) Oh Amsterdam lemon haze never had a better blaze than rolling up with _____ Or when I met that chick on 1st and Grand We got high and kissed till our spit turned to sand _______________ he was broke and going bottom Went outta business quick cos he smoked up all the product
Writer(s): Sylvester George Gordon, Eustace Adolphus Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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