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Yea, oh, herb has got to be free
Herb has got to be free
Herb has got to be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good, good ganja
You can illegalize it
inside a lot
Tryna not be hot and get caught
By these motherfuckin' mer
Throw that nigga in the turf
Red dead enemy ironic cuz he reppin' twelve on his
Nissan
Better stop playing with her and me
Get bread on top like croutons
No charge negus, I'm Bob Ross
And I do got bars and I call that art (Yeah)
This
'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks
'em out
Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells?
We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y
The D the I the G the I
It feels good to be thought of as a person
Not as a personality
When I create my music
I feel like an instrument of nature
I wonder what delight
Sit right on down with us ‘cuz it’s all good
Ain’t no better place to be misunderstood
The same shit, different day, that’s why we’re here
To act
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
direct yourself
Feel good (Background vocals)
Feel good as you can
Feel good the way you are
If you’re riding a bike or you drive by car
Feel good
of picking different sides
I got your jersey, just a different size
We all want you to be a buzzer beater
Find us a leader far from Silent Bob's and Cousin
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
from old timers
Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law be a good sport liquor sport
What you need my little comrad a packet of Kool-aid
Cruising PDX riding in a foreign
I hit it so good Ima leave her moaning
Put the coupe sport mode hear the engine roaring
Flyer than an eagle you know I be
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked
Juan."
Second week, more advanced
And we had to be a table, be a sports car ice cream cone.
Mr. Karp, he would say,
"Very good, except Morales.
the source (ayy)
You know I be killin' these hoes, that's my sport (you know it)
Hoes lame, they some dorks
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork
and GS'ses
On the court niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
it on a daily
Every quarter of the year
It still gon' be my season
Getting money by the minute
And I'm Posted in the kitchen
Jamie Olivier
You know
Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,
a warning:
Clean up that attitude by morning!
Nothin' but good (good good nothin but good)
Nothin' but good (good good nothin but good)
Nothin' but good
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