Smoke Out

Mystic Roots

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    In Chico Cali-forn-i-a
    We like to smoke out everyday

    They went ahead and did it
    It passed now the grass is cool
    The government ain't lovin' it, I'm smokin' dank at school
    I'm hella-happy, I'mma pack me up a chronic bowl
    'Cause now my weed don't need to be left out in the cold
    21 years old, and hella proud
    I feel like runnin' through the streets just to tell it loud
    Can't keep this motha-f*ckin' grin off my silly face
    Forget tobacco, I'mma wanna smoke a Philly laced
    with straight chronic, I'm on it now until I die
    Medicine they finally lettin' in, I wonder why
    215 didn't pass a long time ago
    I need my medicine to help me rhyme and flow
    Not guilty, possession, never again
    Now feel me, the sesh can begin again
    No brother, you might have to quit the drank
    Give up praise and thanks, they legalized the dank

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    They said it won't work, I said it ain't the truth
    I did my homework, then got up in the booth
    They gave me bad vibe, but I stayed positive
    Now I'm high until I die, that's how I gotta live
    Don't get me wrong, I'm not a junkie on my way
    to waste away my life smokin' crack everyday
    I just smoke weed when work is said and done
    I went to all my classes, now my ass is havin' fun
    I'm not stayin' lazy 'cause people pay me to make music
    Herbal medication as an option, I'mma chose it
    They give me Prozac, Vicatin, sleeping-pills
    Which give me side effects, cold sweats, deep in chills
    Or you could buy a fat-ass sack & save money
    Only side effects are the sleepies and the munchies
    God loves you, God loves me
    Man made brew but God made weed

    My Blunt! I keep one on me now
    Don't front! I know my homies are down
    'cuz my blunt! Even the letters make me high:
    my Brain Loves Usin' Nuff Thai
    Stay loaded I quoted Peter Tosh:
    "Some call it ganja" I call it 'drink the froth'
    Ask my homie, Sash. Bonng-hits are hella-fun
    Six million ways to smoke, so chose one
    Crime no longer, legal now your honor
    Migraines and chest pains, perscription marijuana
    Growin' in the corner, pretty little plant
    Sittin' in my lap, I got 50 Hav-A-Tamps
    Avalanche a bud, 'nuff love from the polls
    Thank you California, if it's legall let it grow
    Powers of the plant no longer a mystery
    1996, we made history

    In Chico, Cali-forn-i-a
    We Like to smoke at 4:20

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