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Have a little party at my crib | And all the weed is rolled that's how it is | When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga got my game up from these older niggas Motherfuckas hear my name, I say I told you nigga I was taught to count my paper 'fore I fold it nigga Now look at my chains, all them things frozen nigga Rolling up my Mary Jane before I smoke it wit ya Hit this J, I bet this be a day you don't remember Looking at the top and I don't see not one contender Cooking out the pot, I like my weed for lunch and dinner Got some cookies in the jar, OG in the blender You paying for quantity, but quality is what you spend for If there's a marijuana-ology, I'll be your mentor And all about this chronic leaf is what in for So give your parents my apology for me again or Get high like we Cheech and Chong We gon' eat some brownies, we gon' smoke, we gon' need some bongs Roll up so we can all Killer Cali is what we blow OG nigga from way down low Known for banging the blue C rag Started off smoking nothing but Zags Popping P's, chopping trees 501's, all of these All y'all invited, ignite it, light it, now follow me Laid out, plush couch, flat screen television Table full of vegetation so you just might stun a nigga That's what it is, that's what it's gon' be East Side Long Beach where I'm from Bring your girls, all y'all come Give me some, now give her some It's big Mac, I love to have fun You are, you are the one If you get it or do it, then it'll be just like 2 on 1 Break it down, lay it down Baby work that body like At the pad, acting bad Baby what that party like? Moving so schizophrenic Baby pull down your panties Let the Doggy Dog ram it I cram to undertsand it Back room that's my bedroom Make her right up in it Close the door, slow? I'm 'bout to slide up in it Smoke something Having money and blowing hella' chronic Smoke I'm stunting Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine running Sounding like a dinosaur if the stomach rumbling Your bitch at the window cause she know I'm coming She tell you that she 'bout to go jogging and on the corner She jump in, take her to the honeycomb Stuffing kush?, playing Megaman 3 Your Wonderwoman giving dome out Miami Said she never leave me 'lone, She wan' have a family She just high, tomorrow night, she'll be titties out, dancing Trying to leave with the next nigga in a Aston So why get caught up I'm too swift up on my toes to have my name brought up In sewing circles with them hoes I rather be a straight G rolling up a whole O-Z of that OG have them KO'ed
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