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Damn, Why do I like this song like I do =(

This is my smokin'' song
It ain''t very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the ******** you waitin'' on
Get high, I''d love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry


So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic
If its fire I''m jumpin'' on it
And if it ain''t I''m bouncin'' off it
It ain''t no profit comin'' back
A big ole bag of Bobby Brown
Soon as get that s**t I''m Frayser bound
And down to smoke a pound
I never frown as long as that Mary Jane is all up in my system
Too bad you miss them What
Them six blunt that we turned to victims
Its on again
Like you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen
Steppin'' in everywhere you go fallin'' down
Cause you ten seats in the wind
Throwin'' up nothin'' but liquer and bud
Slow ya roll dog you to ******** up
You gone end up like the rest of them fools
Face down in the flo'' cause you got to buck
I got some problems just like you do too
But there''s always tommorrow
Will both solve em''
Pass me the blunt I''m gettin tired of hittin on this bottle
It''s almost over for me and you
My a** about to pass out
One mo thing before I go
Never mind just put that ********'' dope out
I''m smoked out
And there ain''t no way I''m gone keep on a going
I should of been in bed a long time ago
I know

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Ive only heard the smokin song

"Ahhh Paris Hilton >.<" Runs around in circles.