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[CHORUS] We got that smooth irie feelin' we put it down We got that smooth irie feelin' with the reggae sound We got that smooth irie feelin' blazin' on these pounds With that smooth irie feelin' Kottonmouth Kings earned our Krown Ya'll can catch me in the parking lot smoking blunts feeling dizzy Know I spark a lot D-Loc I'm always getting shitty Hanging out with all the hippies blazing bomb buds in every city Always got some Zig Zag's and a old school fifty Something to put in it like crack and if it ain't green then it's wack So put that garbage back in your backpack Leave the session start walking we don't smoke none of that Give me the Bud Light sit down and start talking Where you at I'm over here no I'm over there Where'd you say you were Loc? Shit dog I'm everywhere I'm always on the creep coming through your speakers high Like Bob Marley busting over the fresh reggae beat While you probably in the backyard drinking Trying to get your boogie on but you can't even dance at all You barely got any rhythm you just like the song Now everybody sing along Letras de canciones[CHORUS] Although it's stony I ain't even claiming Rasta I got that love and respect for the ganja Rebel music makes the soul grow stronger I eat my oysters so I go a little longer I swim deep when the reaper starts closing in I'm a dreamer not a sleeper ask my closest friends I like living in the moment giving mad love And when this life is getting tough I'm never giving up I let the rhythm and the herbals get the best of me The irie feelin' always seemed to be my destiny A higher power I can hear the spirits calling me Positivity injected to me musically Resignating kinda laid back Just turn the music up and dig into your weed sack I know you're digging this I know you're feeling me We're just living free Getting' irie [CHORUS] It's been about 15 years that I've been married to the ganja And our relationship has only grown stronger You know that feeling that you get when you make love Well that's the feeling that I get smoking on my bud I live the irie life there ain't no denying that Richter staying stoned always blazing hits back to back The twenty sack barely gets my day started If I wake up in a daze then I went to bed retarded The world revolves around money and greed But for me the world revolves around you guessed it weed Too many stony things to see and irie people to meet So with that said I leave you all with a goodbye and peace [CHORUS] From Letras Mania