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Peak #303
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Peak #138
Author
Scars
Uploaded
May 05, 2004
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Lyrics
wake up, wipe the sleep from my eyes
time to blaze up, before the sun even rise
here goes a day in my life through my own eyes
as it passes me by while im so high
but before i do anything i gotta get my pray on
thank God for green, it put more color in my life then crayons
from dawn till dusk im smokin
im a early riser im yawnin yes but im still smokin shit
take another one of them potent hits
hit that shit hard like its a fuckin open clit
you all hopin a shit, that ima pass this spliff yo way
fuck that, im outta blunts im headed to the sto' man
walk up in the sto', just knowin he not gonna I.D. me no mo
cuz ima regular customo
dont say nothin he just hands me 2 packs of blunts to roll
let me get five on two, peace out hindu, im out the front do'
thinkin of pussy as im pumpin gas
then a fine bowlegged girl walks by with a bumpin ass(Damn!)
gotta get my baby girl up on the celly
hey girl tellme whatcha wanna do
i just wanna chill witchu, smoke a few
hit the room witchu, shit im about outta green
so im headed to the green house
roll thru the back and see the weedman
he said "whatcha need man?"
let me getta half ounce
some of that sticky icky and a glass house
(what the fuck?) im fucked up, but now im bout to pass out
(get the fuck outta here) let me get my shit before im bout to smash out
and we gettin loco
light up the blunt but dont choke yo
cuz you know this boy will smoke you
in my crib theres more half closed eyes then tokyo
my half closed eyes then china
this shit we smokin is guarrenteed to blind ya
we gettin higher (and higher)
off that dro and firer(firer)
chillen off in this spot
too much drank not enough buddah gotcha piss hot
watchin time fly by like tick tock
seein two 4:19's on my wrist watch
gotta minute?
got that dented honda sittin on hubcaps well let me in it
got that chocolate philly take the wrapper off and let me split it
roll that shit up nice n tight then let me hit it
pass the matches and let me blaze up
homeboy said got this philly let me get that razor
split this shit open like i could slitcha face up
now all you real smokers put the dro in the wind and raise up
leanin on the trunk, rollin the blunt thick
why baby girls rubbin her rump, all up on my dick
Hook
this smokers a newbie, so i gotta be a coach
smoke the blunt to a doobie, and then to a roach
take it in fast, hold it, and let it out slow
make it fuckin last, roll it, and light up the dro
dont gotta pass the blunt when you gotcha own
you get so much higher when you smoke alone
ten people means ten blunts dont get it wrong
weedman just rolled up, bitch now its on
now im gone, with the wheels spinnin and the blunts rollin
i was grinnin till my teeth stop showin
when im on the ganja my emotions get multiplied
hear the sirens from ten blocks away and still gotta hide
oh shit im must be trippin
standin up straight but i aint slippin
now im laid back gettin comfortable
sippin the drank time for another blunt to roll
the drank in my system got me feelin just right
now im feelin straight for the rest of the night
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