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Pulling up to the diamond cabaret
We smoking J's, with my boy Sway
Poppin' bands by the hunnids
We sippin' on the juice with that clear blue Bombay

[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]

[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch! 
(Throw me that fire!) 
We creepin' in, too, baby! 
(We got 5

gonna find a job
Or people'll be like, I need to quit weed
But no, be like, I am gonna quit weed
You know what I mean?
Put your fuckin mind to it, it's

The weed got me thinking shit that I shouldn't think
I'm tryna see what's next, I won't fucking blink
Honestly maybe I could be overthinking
Feel

pack
She’s on my lap lap
Right on track track
Headboard like rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat
Here’s to the trap trap
I was sellin’ weed by the pounds
Now

Everybody j wanna be happy
But me I need a house by the lake
And I avoid these hoes cuz they nasty
I don't work I get my money my way
Sometimes ion even sleep

he always gotta do this he knows better by this time
You already know bitch cause I'm from Generation Why?

I'm just tryna smoke weed I don't do drugs

B t S
And thats by these standards
Beat the streets
Straight looney tunes Kush and fruit loops
This instrumental is amazing and this weed is too

Wake up and thank God for this day
Put on some music and light up a fat J
Got my greens blowing hella smoke
Like I'm caught up in a daydream, I take

KK

Juicy J

KK

2014

getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon

Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready

huh 4800 though
Cali street weed I don't do the medical
Ballin' like a nigga playing four quarters
My old head, Blazer, call him Terry Porter
T-G-O-D by

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

Hot Box

Method Man

DiCaprio 2

2018

stepped in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip
J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip lick for Ziploc

days
Dreamin' of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's
Always shoutin' out my team 'cause I get all the plays
But they the ones that motivate me

that a nigga outside
In that pat, riot, j, ee, p
Rolling up sum weed, to keep it cordial for the vibe
So know we sparking soon as you arrive
Cus I been

used to never pick up, now I can call and they come
She see how I'm livin' and she think that I'm still pimpin'
Pussy, money, weed you know that's still

To Get Some 
More Weed And Stay Fly 
Just Another Way To Get By 
Too Much Drugs Got To Get High
 That's What I Do Don't Ask Why
Queen Kush 
Og 
Ak

No questions for you too ask
No gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

I had a dream, had a dream
Seen things, tryna paint a scene
Lot of weed so I don't really dream
More like a kush coma 'cause
This shit was distinct

Nobody's Perfect

Missy Elliott

Cole World: The Sideline Story

2011

and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato's
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in

Good Time

Burna Boy

Common Sense

2017

J5
Yeah
I'ma do what I gotta do
I've been working all afternoon
Hit the store, get some alcohol
Hit up my weed man, for a score
People, plenty