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So I flip open the phone, its fran said he got the most potent strand coming in by the loading van I need to come try it, guarantee lung riot Yo son try this, have you on a munchie diet I said let me finish this game of call of duty, on a mean kill streak, they cannt see me with the Uzi Turn the xbox off, shoes and socks on, and get my walk on fiending for this tree, damn the block long Sittin on the sofa, he tossed over a zip Gave my nose a whiff, the shit hit it like ammonia Heavy smokers, cheefin like we need to meet a quota This weed got the squeeze on me like the meaness cobra Suprise over the odor, eyes lower than yoda High expanded my mind, wide shoulder to shoulder ? the ? on the door just show opra, the coach and let em know the smokers aint hurtin shit but soda and chips (Hook) Take a look at the jar, its lookin hella green Take a hit of that, its hittin hella mean Pull the blunt now, roll another gram Take a hit of that, I'm feelin like that man Letras de cancionesSplit it, twist it, lick it, and then blow (X4) Take a look at the jar, its lookin hella green Take a hit of that, its hittin hella mean Pull the blunt now, roll another gram Take a hit of that, I'm feelin like that man Split it, twist it, lick it, and then blow (X4) (Thanks to Christopher West for these lyrics) From Letras Mania