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Call me Betty Crocker, you be Sara LeeCause we’re about to bake a cake made out of weed Get yourself some eggs (and weed)Put it with the flour (and weed)Put it in the bongwaterPut it in the microwaveTwelve minutesThen you’ve got yourself a damn fine weed cakeI smoked three J’s one time, it didn’t even phase meSo I had to cook me up some potent-ass pastryIt’s dank cake, it’s unleavenedJust twelve minutes til heavenThe best way to get high, this shit’ll go to elevenOne time my nigga Kwon cooked up a dank cakeMade it with the Afghan, bitch that’s a mistakeHe learned his damn lessonWhen he made that weed cakeCause bitch, this ain’t no mothafuckin’ bitch-ass cheesecake Call me Betty Crocker, you be Sara Lee Cause we’re about to bake a cake made out of weed The recipe is easy Letras de cancionesDon’t forget to put in the weedDem Waffle Houze Boiz is makin’ a fuckin’ weed cakePut it in the oven so we can all get bakedWe don’t need a lighter, just a fork and a knife I don’t need no other meals, weed cake for life! We got a weed cake Nigga we done got a weed cakeWe got a weed cake Call me Betty Crocker, you be Sara Lee Cause we’re about to bake a cake made out of weed Alright stop for a second and think about how Dem Waffle Houze Boiz never ever let the flow drop Like the beat do, cause we need you to know when to get out your Lumbo GoldThe best in the west, take a puff when you want your stuff to be jumboBringin’ the heat to your feet to get you up out your seat like Man, I don’t even know what to doI got some Lumbo and a lady to woo You could do what can’t ever be a mistake Drop the Lumbo in a fresh weed cake That sounds good, man, I’ll need a little more though Don’t get her flowers, man, that’s a no-go I could write her a song that’s an instant hit I got an idea, it could sound a little like this From Letras Mania