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Let's roll it up We are the House of Beige And we came here to give you one thing (Go) Floating on that hydro-po High up, high up, high up, inside Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up Floating on that hydro-po Higher, higher, higher, get high Smoke spliffs, smoke hit We've got to elevate We're so indulgent We blow fifties in moments (And you know) Got so much foliage (Woo) Smoke that shit where my bro's got Home-grown indigo and it's potent (Oh yeah) Got that dope with one motive Tally-Ho loaded up, we need roaches (So you know we're gonna roll it) Can you give me that funky stuff? Yeah Lickity-lick, twist, thick it and lit Get a hit, then give to the– uh, you're with (Uh-huh) Sit in the crib, ripped, flicking on clips While my kin rip billies so there isn't a mix (Who's that pig?) Pig of the litter gettin' lit as a whip Letras de canciones'Til my whip gets dimmer and the misery hit Easily fixed if you give me my Vicks Chopsticks in a bits on Madvillainy disc Give it a spin, "Most Blunted" is the pick 'cause we lit And talk shit, cautious 'cause the piggies exist (Woop-woop) Keep it Halal like the fish in the dish And low-key on the shh, blame it with innocence We tried flippin' this shit, but we didn't commit Got high on supply, didn't listen a bit (Baby) Itchin' for it, so we're takin' a bit Throat tickles got me spittin' 'cause this shit is legit, you know Floating on that hydro-po High up, high up, high up, inside Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up Floating on that hydro-po Higher, higher, higher, get high Smoke spliffs, smoke hit We've got to elevate Yeah, they're pushing around me A lot of friends pushing around me So supply level looking astounding (Uh) Trees 'round me like it's The Jungle Book and I'm Mowgli And you know I'm putting up boundaries Only good shit that could be mistooken for Mauis So loud that the rookies are shouting "What the fuck you give to me?" 'Fore they catnap on the couch Just to have more gas than the Saudis (Shhh) Forecast cloudy, even when this guy got stars I'm in the lounge room, setting up the fire alarms And my accountant told me that he's finding it hard My account full of cash sales buying the ganj' I spark that last blunt, bounce like Jabbar Kareem-in' me Abdul to lounge at the bar (So, so, so) Shoot the shit like I'm Bowser enlarged Then bow out to smoke another ounce, so I'm far too high Floating on that hydro-po High up, high up, high up, inside Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up Floating on that hydro-po Higher, higher, higher, get high Smoke spliffs, smoke hit We've got to elevate Yeah, the mother of mercy (Baby) Baby, you a lot like me (Baby) This dope need to get a little unlawful (You're my baby) Because you don't mind my thoughts (You're my baby) The mother of mercy (You're my baby) Baby, you are all I need (You're my baby) Dope need to get a little unlawful (You're my baby) Greasin', it's all my thoughts, oh, oh From Letras Mania