I couldn't help it I love this song (verse 1) Uh, look I got a sack and a pack of cigarillos Ready to crack it put some hash up in the middle Blow, gone lights out, like padiddle, rhymes like busta, jazzy like fizzle Mac mizzle your girl probably heard of me My spit game real tight like a virgin be Currency keep my paper running like a gerbil feet Sprinting on the wheel untill its hurts to breath And girl me and you is like the birds and bees When the weed stay burning to the 3rd degree Im high, fly, gotch your girl smitten She keeps comin back call her badminton Pulling petals off your flowers You can get shagged like Austin powers (Chorus) So I pick my heel up this is that bomb and im tryin get high today Hittin on weed like Blowing out the smoke like Yea I pick my ehle up this is that bomb and im tryin get high today Hittin my weed like Boy I got a bunch of haze (verse 2) No I ain't going to stop, not an hour I see the games filled with lots of cowards So im here to coach like thomlin cowher 24 hours call jack bauers Status mac is way above the average And im Jewish like Lenny kravitz So original gotta get a patent Party in the usa getting blasted Switch it up feeling good filling up Getting drunk sipping suds untill im sick as fuck But I ain't slipping up flow to perfect Use to be a little thief going though purses But now im business Blowing off my 3rd splif Do it like a furnace and burn this
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