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true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me what's wrong with me

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that
Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9
Proper ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
[ CHORUS: Black see ]
Don't gimme no bammer weed
(Get with the program)
(Just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC		(4X)

[ VERSE 1:
that night performed a rite 
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight 
To destroy the king of England 

Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails
yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

I've been
The cold reign of darkness-shadows the infinite shadow
Enlisting blackness to repairthe wounds
Which were successfully administered
By the cruel
I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace
I
Even though I never rocked the stage on Summer Jam
I'm in the lab makin tracks 70 grand
that get heard by crazy fans like Stan (hey man)
Who like my
betta do your home work 
Cause the nigga Ant Banks 
Is known for doin' dirt 
"So any hoes want to swing that ass: 
you can bring that ass 
and get nuts by
ought to not (ought to what?)
Even attempt to run up you'll get taught (that's right)

[B-Legit & E-40]
By some chitterling eating hog maw
Niggas
I’mma hit it by myself, that’s right nigga
No cleaning boy, I do too much nigga
My team be really on top nigga (yea ho)
Call us what you want, we
Baby won't you come with me
There's someplace that I wanna be
Help me out by holding onto my hand
The stars are out, the crowd's thinned out
Walk
It's time to smoke..

Chorus: Kottomouth Kings

Blaze All Day, Every Day
Each Way, The Right Way
My Way, Greenhay, We High
Been There, Done That
Big
fresh off the press 
Hittin' hard like a tech on the target 
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right." 

J-Ro rock the party till
Hittin' hard like a tech on the target 
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right." 

J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin' 
I'm
of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session
Like Tri-City high school, was pulling em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of words
an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session
Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple
a dollar out of 15 cents 

dead presidents 

still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents 

blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
Lyle spit this out right now
And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?

Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
it light it quick with the motherfuckin gin
Ooh we bitch now I'm feelin tight
But that's how you doin it when you off dank right
High as a kite I can
go on
On n on into the break of dawn
Now I got a man comin on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of wonder mike
Come
the women is choose
I see hard stares and the glares from the young bucks
The stank of the dank could make a elephant knees buck
I'm makin my way to the bar