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Niggas wanna smoke
Oh my fucking goodness
Niggas wanna smoke Bill, I'm telling you man
Oh boy
You'll still get fucked up, you know what I'm saying
Do this shit like, you know
You know how we do nigga
No, no from around here
No, no, no, no, no, no fuck that
No, no from around here
Nah nigga
Yeah, I come back now, ya hear?
Smoke this shit right here, check this out
Look what I did, I scored a lid
Now I'm high as fuck
This that smoke that deep down my throat
Damn near bust a gut
What the fuck
Thought I heard a truck
Crash through my room
Damn near piss my fruit of the looms, man
Nigga you be tweaking
Every weekend we have smoke out, choke out
What I tell you about smoking that shit
Pass it to me so I can take a hit
Alright
Inhale, find my brain cells
Exhale, light another joint, oh well
I'm not Bill Clinton so I just
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
Smoke some
Can't get none, this one got my name on it
I'm Bushwickin' Bill
Roll another smoke together
I'm gon' kill this one
I've got to get my mind tight
So I can bust this shit right
Can't see the stage through the fog
I stepped into a cloud of smoke
Choke, I get fucked up off gin
Then do it again
Now I'm drinking Hennessy
Menace CLA in
Hitting indo
Pour more drink into my fucking cup
If you look at my eyes
You can see that I'm fucked up
But can I hit that
I'm with that six pack
That shit that you smoking too
Ooh, that's indo
I'm from South Central, we smoke good shit
Nigga you can't see me in rapping
You smoking bullshit
I'm down with Bushwick
Took shit to that other level of the game
When I get high off Mary Jane
'Cause I just
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
All of the smoke, you got my vote on another one
'Cause I got me floating
Smoking with the Jacksons
Every second is an hour
Every hour is a century
I'm from South Central so you know I'm thinking violently
Chris-an, wiz-an, got this shit like Vietnam
Niggas blasting shit, leaving it like napalm
Hit it, pass it back
I'm on this shit like crack
You lucky that you smoking fool
This my only rap
Motherfucker, so why you wanna suck shit up
I don't give a fuck
You made mistakes before
Now it's in the hands of Chuckwick
I've got to get my shit lit
You know I'm not gon' pass it
So why the fuck you asking
Ain't nothing happening
You best to blaze your own, cuz
'Cause I'm the last motherfucker
That you ever wanna trust
With them herbals
I'm giving them fools verbal lectures
Can this ghetto boy get high off this killer here in Texas
Your eyes are bloodshot
You blood clot, I love pot
I smoke up all that kill it
I took your spot and won't stop
But um, why ask why do I get high when I get high
When I'm done, I just come back and I get high as I
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
(Inhale) Until I'm full of smoke
To my mind feels high
When I'm almost 'bout to choke
No motherfucking joke
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