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Got kinda high
Got kinda high and kinda drunk
Yup yeah it's me my man
It's getting kinda sober the less you bring the handle
Bring it up to the hemper boys
Man I got the pumper joints
Cops all around hearing annoyed very annoyed
I love the blunts ain't enough
And get tired of smoking that stuff
Till I ball down yeah
It's proved that it's on the grass
To keep it fulling up the earth
And bust up my a*s
'Cause I'm the smoker the joker the midnight choker
Well before ya start ta pass out from this verbal lash out
Ya better get ya cash out
So the pigs'll throw my a*s out
There's no way for ya ta understand
Playin' Mr fifty grand got ya bitties bootie tanned
Heads gettin' bigger swiggin' money swiggers
Livin' in O Z with no dagos or no niggers
Pigs are pulling trigger and ya paying the fees
Columbus is ya hero but he's my f**king disease
So lets step down the south street and take out some stiff
If nobody's out there
There is know that other kid
His name is John Humble
He got a fat bundle
The green is what I mean to the Garret make you humble
And smoke till we stumble and fall down on our face
The hoods are on the rumble
We have to get on another place
We don't need no basic incase you beat that s**t
The liquor most quicker to much to make you sick
We all feeling nice precisely how we like it
We never endolging and in our mic's we mic it
So don't pay no pigeons
'Cause nobody's perfect get your thing out of the system
She can pound you fourty faster than you and I
My boys are called shorty but she like to get high
So do I
I smoke fatties that's my business
I pound fourties that's my business
I drive sick tit that's my business
Worry about your own d*mn thing
