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Smoke Suntin
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Hot Beat by Mr. Kooman i had to chop... and smoke suntin to.
lboze dusk boy dp db tuc
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Jus all L-Boze for now
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#105,951 today Peak #168
#65,076 in subgenre Peak #80
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L-Boze
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March 09, 2007
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 5:01
Story behind the song
Da song is a story... some hypothetical type shit. suntin 4 da people... dat get blowed.
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we rollin rollin, blowin blowin, twist it twist it, light it up/ we rollin rollin, blowin blowin, twist it twist it, light it up/ come on, lets smoke summin, come on, lets smoke summin/ come on, lets smoke summin, come on, lets smoke summin/ Im riden down da street, got a lap full of trees/ bout to go to da stough, for a 5 pack of peach/ blunt skins, optimo fa sho. Damn / Utrun i done forgot my ID again/ cop a lil snack or two cuz i kno ima be blowed/ grab a bag of some jerky some rubbas and tootsie rolls/ gatta buy a new lighter cuz pops be tryna claim mine/ laugh it off wit da cashier cuz he see da damn signs/ ya boi bout to be feelin good, wood on stank stank/ split em wit da shank shank, fill em wit da dank dank/ tell da weedman thanks, good lookin out on da sack/ we go back, das my boi, so he took of da tax/ headed back to da crib bouta chill/ hit my brotha d up, an see what it is/ txt messages comen in bout house parties in da tuc/ im tryna get fucked up from sun down to sun up/ Im So Dusk Nigga Back at home, settin up for blunt surgery/ buddies broken up, blunts lookin like "dnt murder me"/ slice em on up, trash da dirt and bring about da grass/ fill it up till its packed, so da blunt gone last/ line em on up, from thinist to fat/ cuz wit da lil ones i pass to niggas like steve nash/ straight smash to youn ds, see da lake at peace/ i caint wait, minus well blow one in da breese/ lookin out for TPD, but its all a clear scene/ show up at my nigga doo buzzed wit a slight lean/ he ask me, if im tryna ride tonight/ he heard of somethin in da souf where he can rock da mic/ and im down like a nigga wit no legs/ tryna find a spot we can kick it like some pro keds/ but dese blunt on my mind like a muah fuckin 4head/ but fa sho im gone get/ blowed a nigaa u kno dis/ hit da street... laid back jus crawlin in da whip/ cotton mouf gotcha boi supa chapped at da lips/ hit da links, din my nigga b-zo hit me on da hip/ told em get ready to dip, and have ya game fully equiped/ Los Bos hit me, like "boze, wus happnin witcha bruh/" told em u already kno, ima come pick ya up/ so now we 4 deep, wit 4 blunts, and 4 meats/ now we need 4 freaks, n hopefully they got trees/ showed up, its kinda packed, so im lookin 4 da G's/ get a lil cypha goin and get da blowin on da greens/ boze supa silky clean... check out stone wash jeans/ black t's to set it off wit slippas is mad for a king/ so we catchin dese hoes eyes and Boze is supa high/ got da cypha supa hyped up din spit some game on da side/ and by da end of da nigh, invite em to a secret kick back/ roll up anotha from dat sack, and get it crackin jus like dat/
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