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(feat. Boogie Mane) [Intro: Frayser Boy & {Boogie Mane}] Aye, Crunchy told ya he had "3 Different Kinds of Weed" in a bowl I didn't believe him, but man this nigga got that shiiit! {Man, that shit got me higher than a muh'fucka, foo} Aye Boogie Mane, man, aye You need ta pass that shit, bruh {Frayser, you prob'ly gon' have to roll up yo own dogg} [Hook: Frayser Boy & {Boogie Mane}] I smoke weed {I Smoke weed} I gets high {I gets high} I need it on a daily base to get by {To get by} I smoke weed {I Smoke weed} I gets high {I gets high} I need it on a daily base to get by {To get by} Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up bitch Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up bitch Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up (Fire it up) This is a smokin session This is a smokin session [Verse 1: Frayser Boy] I got a smokin habit Got it? Then let me have it Letras de cancionesThat 'Dro would make me happy Sticky like Laffy-Taffy Fiendin cause I'm an addict Never caught blazin babbage Hurry and let me grab it Extend your arm and pass it I'm rollin through the hood, my windows half-cracked The firest shit up in the town, gots ta have that Inhale, exhale, inhale, and blow it out Give me that 'Dro, plus a mic, I'm showin out So nigga what'cha mean? My favorite color green I keep a blurry scene From shit'cha never seen This fuckin 'Dro I'm chokin, it got me mad-straight I'm feelin like I'm on that movie called "Half Baked" I'm smokin half weight, my eyes real heavy I'm flyin home to my broad cause I feel ready Been smokin all night, ain't gotta ask that question I'm feelin alright, this is my smokin session [Hook] [Verse 2: Boogie Mane] Smoke on a daily basis Don't even ask me why My head be full of Marijuana, evidence in eyes Drift off to other places, you wouldn't think I be Pass me the weed so I can roll me up another B I know you got it nigga, don't make me ask again Cause you don't wanna "say hello to my little friend" Known to cause confrontations, like every now and then Boy fuck the conversation, put that Hydro in the wind His ass start to uhh choke and, smoke fillin up his lungs So when I hit and showed him, showed him what his ass won Reach down into yo pockets, and give me all yo weed And clown stop all the flaugin, cause this shit ain't what'cha need Some niggas try ta copy, and doin what they see But then they do it sloppy, fuckin up this lovely weed Call me the Boogie Mane, and I'm a keep ya guessin What fuckin zone I'm in when I be in my smokin session [Hook] From Letras Mania