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hitting my bong (yeah)
The cops are over here now
Now I'm going to the fucking south
See you later everybody
I'm going to hit my bong
I'm going to hit my

Get Your High On

Kottonmouth Kings

Kottonmouth Kings

2005

What's up everybody, is your boy Johnny Richter
The same mother fucker you used to see in pictures
With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag

Dixieland Band

Benny Goodman & His Orchestra

1935

1996

understand what i'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when i'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwes only

South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' up bats
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch

hoodie, bitch, I'm a king like I'm Kong
Bing to the bong, ding to the dong
Got your bitch hypnotized, bet she sing to my song
Old pussy-ass jit, you

Sickomode become the reaper in my zone
Manifested visions everywhere I go
On this new shit I aint fucking with your flow
Switching up through commas

bing bong where the train don't work
If I dance too hard, make em hold my shirt
New York, we are, so ready for the war
Put em in the ER,
Add a Y

Every time I wake up,
same struggle
takes me an hour and a half to get out my bubble,
bubbles in the bong, the rebuttal
I was supposed to be sober

I'm feeling so right at home
Blowing this Kush til I'm gone, lighting a bong, later I'm writing this song
That's what I'm on don't get devastated, when

Drop the seed, hit the bong, take ya home 
And I'ma bury dat bury dat bitch be gone 

I been throwin seeds in the ground fuck wit me now, fuck wit me now

While, Bubba Copped another bong, I know I'm wrong
But I don't care, just get up out your thong Look, I'm about to use my tongue
Like I'ma sing another

cuz of my last name
Its a new wave bitch im in the fast lane

Early morning with the
Bong in my hand
Im bout to take a few rips
Im bout to sell a few

in the bong, take a hit
Then reminisce about some bullshit
That's how it is when you're outta control
A little something that I thought you should know

feet
I make a new sound
I look at my phone, I write a new bar
My type is profound
My shadow be talking to me
And we be taking long walks
We got

begging me to make my song three hours long
Bubble up like a bong, it shouldn't belong
While the rest of you vatos keep talking shit about each other
Going

Blonde dyke with a bod right Ima find that
Bond tight with the bong type Ima knight that

II don't even show when the hoes at the door
Got a new bitch snow

rebels ripping the bong
Causing trouble we up in the Bronx
Shordie gon sit on me squat
Boom like thunder bringing them watts
Post once a month then I

want V
And I tell her suck these
I'm just tryna make it out
Go more further than the south
Buy my momma a new house
Tryna make it everyway
Hoping for

Fo Yo Sorrows

George Clinton

Sir Lucious Left Foot...the Son of Chico Dusty [Deluxe Edition]

2010

evacuees?
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shoutin' Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean

it wrong
I really lived it so that's why I put it in this song
I was just 14 me and bro was smokin' out the bong
Wish I could've listened, cuz

the South, comm'è Kanye (Yeah)
Alfa gruoss, 'na Tiger (Yeah)
Schier 'e men us Xavier
A' che 'ffà cu 'mme
Sul si me tratt comm' priorità,
Tanta atteggiament

done, 'fore I put in the fork, bong
Y'all don't get it, don't see I'm getting the drop
Now anybody getting it, go from get it to got
I get it started,

Phatte
Tula tevdhach(chutya rahaychay)
Yeah, dum marne wale ke mann Mein kabhi ma rehta dada jhuut, God gairsamaj khuupach,
Maybe im just like thay so kar

Wait Up

Q-Tip

Amplified

1999

We on a brand new page (Uh)
Millennium days
Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds
The saga unfolds