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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
    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

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    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 smell 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 it, understand it
    Back room that's my bedroom
    Mac go right up in it
    Close the door, smoke, oh fasho
    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 empty 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 in raw cones, 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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    Composición: Calvin Broadus, Wiz Khalifa, Currency, Eric A Dan, Big Jerm y James Tartt Jr Massie

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