all you motha fuckas here got ME talkin this shit
jesus chrystler on fire turnin pigs on a spit
niggas flowin and blowin
throwin dicks in the wind
nubblies higher, awire trippin balls like a bitch
we got rudy, fresh n fruity like hes smokin the chronic
and the duke, Dirty Harry rhymin ill and bubonic
stop and think about it
stop and see the smoke rise above
let the weed fill within you
fucking breathe in that love
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