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I wish my music was somethin' to smoke
I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes
Life can be low, I'm just stayin' afloat
I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes
Even if I'm sleep or I'm barely awoke
I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes
Come with the quote soon as it hit my throat
I hit those high, I hit those high, I hit those high notes

VERSE ONE (B-No Good):

I'm just smokin' and chokin'
Don't know what I'm tokin'
The Exodus paper is what I am rollin'
Some sweet calamus
Also known as the cannabis
Better known as weed...
Me and I.V stay blowin' the green
Forever happy just showin' my teeth
Flowin' over this beat
You should've known it was me
I'm a do this hip hop like it's 'sposed to be
So, all you gotta do is let us grow the leaf
And there would really be no need to patrol the street
No education
So the FDA is a Fucking Dumb Administration
Just admit that you're hatin'
People aren't corporations
You're not the only supplier of medication
Leaving our cancer patients waitin'
Back and forth pacin'
Killin' 'em with radiation
Leaving their livers wasted
Because of the pills they're takin'
Fuck Schedule One
Try schedule none
How can a plant be a harmful drug?
While you do the research I'm a crack a bud
Much wiser I went from hops to hemp
And I still gotta lot mo' props to get
Didn't need AA, just MJ
We don't need the chemicals Monsanto spray
Footlong spliffs how we do thangs
Smokin' on the same weed as the Choom Gang
Government grade, joint lit three ways
I love to blaze
Spark piff, we don't start shit
Avoid a crucial conflict
Purchase a barn and fill it with hay

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VERSE TWO (Poizon I.V):

Everybody tryna get high
Everybody wanna come hit this fire
Everybody move
Everybody groove
If you up and you out put your Ls in the sky
With my nigga B cause you know we gon' blow it
2-1-6 we some motherfuckin' stoners
Need another cig, send a nigga to the sto'
Put it in the air, put a nigga on the flo'
We be smokin' that...that good shit
Grape, that girl, that scout...that cookie
Fuck the police
Yeah, I'm ridin' with a doobie
Pass it to the left to my homegirl Susie
She gon' start cryin' like a bitch named Lucy
Get another dime, another bottle, another loosey
Ready, I'm ready to go get Ricky
He gon' gimme the eighth for that fifty
Smokin'~smokin'~smokin'~smokin'~smokin'
I can't breathe no mo'
All up in my lungs
Red eyes, I can't see no mo'
Who be fuckin' with me?
Who be fuckin' with that loud pack?
Diesel, sour, purp, white widow
Gimme all of that
Trees, yeah I love 'em
I got gas for days
That's the first thing I do when a nigga get paid

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