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A million (
Shit) I'm like really stoned Like really stoned!
Hundred thousand dollar days got ya boy in a daze I'm a California
king, OG, no haze I'm looking out my rear view like Pac said Cash
another cheque, let em' worry bout' that nonsense (fuck shit) My crew
breeds strains that got the whole world like
Cookin' more Cookies still give Whatcha' girl like?
I'm in a S-Class Wax room look just like a meth lab I done made two
mill of off extracts B-Real,
let them know where the best at (down in
Cali!) Quarter mill for a field is this real?
Do they really get down when I yield from the hill Got me straight
for a couple, I ain't worry bout' a deal Two dabs and I got 40 bags
sealed Ice for the bong, so my smoke is chilled Shit,
I burnt my first joint to Cypress Hill, for real I'm so faded,
a million, a million, a million I'm so faded, a million, a million,
a million I'm so faded I've been in space before one time And I swear
that I Was not dreamin' No I was not dreamin' I'm so faded I've been
in spaceships once or twice And I swear that I Was not dreamin' Cuz'
I was not sleepin' I'm so faded One strain, two strains,
three strains, four So many flavours,
Berner brought em' through the door Kush n' Cookies for ya,
we ain't no rookies for ya But we've been lookin' for ya title,
and took it from ya We move pounds all around town,
over/underground How we did it is none of your concern,
now I can't concentrate, I hit some concentrates And we about to get,
higher as we elevate One thousand lumen watts Times 20 bitches canon
by the 10's we got Everything on lock, were on some get money, money,
shit Put it in the air,
use a Phuncky Feel Tip So as we grind it up,
green thumb, wind it up You want a new strain?
Berner gonna find the Cup You want a pound or two,
you want a count a few Put em' in buckets,
when we're done you wanna zone or two I'm so faded, a million,
a million, a million I'm so faded, a million, a million,
a million I'm so faded A cup of liquor with some Swishas,
I'm so sweet This shit I'm blowin' make Bo Peep move four feet OG,
sprinkle keif leaf on mine This watermelon make you wanna eat the
rind East of Vine, Sunset Boulevard Roll it up, take a hit,
but don't pull it too hard I seen a lot of fools ball out They try
and join the Snoop Dogg smoke session,
then fall out I spent a million on bud in 1992 And now I get it for
free, like I'm supposed to Chose my venda,
open my winda' Pull some kush lit out with hash,
in the blunt and I blend them Rewind cha', remain,
and rememba' Cause I'm choppin' and droppin' trees, screemin' timber!
Advocate, always push dro One of the reasons my
face is on Mount Kushmore And you wanna know how I feel?
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