Concerto for Two High Trumpets, Solo Horn, Solo Trombone and Two Brass Choruses in C Major: II. Allegro

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(Krayzie) Roll another one Roll another one Roll another one Pass the blunt We be fiendin' for sticky weed, man... Roll another one Roll another one Roll another one Pass the blunt, nigga I wanna get high, so high (Brina) Nigga, first thing in morning 'fore I even get up I gots to start off my day to a fat-ass blunt Step out the house on the get-high-creep 'Cause when I'm good and fucked-up I'm a smash some peeps, and ain't nothin' Like smokin' when you're a fool Find the next, get a hot spot, jump in it 'til ya pull Ridin' on the Clair, 'cause over there they can smoke it And while I'm on the topic Here's a shot to all that know me (Krayzie) Smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke up the whole thing, better believe it That's how we get weeded, so nigga Quit tryin' to budget your but 'Cause it's a whole lot of thugs and niggas gettin' high So don't go smoke a blunt, and you got a ounce in the ride Nigga, come off that reefer, 'cause I go broke everytime Indo slow blowin' my mind Still I proceed to hit that shit - it's wicked, sticky Smoke one with your thugsta, thugsta And show me you can smoke with the thugs Because I'm gonna get you high If you wanna get higher, come ride I will fly you (Jhaz) ? puff, 'cause really it ain't ? Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky Nothin' but the Moet in my cup, the sticky packed in the blunt My cap is too thick, so I'm constantly blazin' another blunt up We smokes all day, when the sticky runs out Gotta roll to the hood for a stress sack Gotta get that blaze on still, gotta keep them wig-splittin' back Bump these hardest tracks, rappin' on the album of the century They the thugs that got it before these trues make moves And history, strictly on a mission to have a good time Freestyles and rhymes, smoke dimes Shots out to any true that gotta bag of this here, now (Layzie) Oh, how I love my green leaves, nigga Givin' nothin' but respect, and I really ain't picky I fuck with the stress, but I got four-fifty on the best weed Tonight, we gettin' higher than high, let's all get lifted P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, that indo needs to be seedless So you know I'm fiendin', now am I wrong for smokin' this on 'til the dawn? ? in infamy done brought me back the bomb, and it's on So what I'm a do is I'm a twist it up and hit the sticky for you Smoke and choke with II Tru - they keepin' it platinum Makin' it happen for the Land, smokin' and movin' as we speak Tryin' to teach the world to be a thug in harmony Nigga, we keepin' the bomb-ass weed Blaze it up, nigga, what? Mo Thugs is 'bout the music and bud, equal love (Jhaz) Can I blaze, man? Pass me the Swisha, Optimo, Philly Blunt, or the House of Windsor Twist ya head back, snap, crack, inhale the smoke Then, pass it to the left, so the next man can toke Loc, homie, I'm cool on that water Just bring that sticky and this drink, do me fine, playa partner Miss bitch the shit, 'cause you can't smoke for free And naw, smokin' weed don't make a sister horny Ignore the silly ones Keep on thuggin' for life Place the lighter to my blunt, 'cause it's time to get high (Krayzie) Call up my family, let 'em know the reason I blow Celebration, we done slapped the platinum back at you hoes So, you know it's on (it's on) So, how my niggas had to show me, homie I'm fucked-up 'til the morning sunlight Lick and twist another Swisha soon as I get up And then right after breakfast puff another Fucked-up Wonder if it's good for my health 'Cause ain't known a muthafucka that done O.D.'d on weed yet So, bring your blunts and some Hen and some herb My nigga, fuck what ya heard My Mo Thug niggas splurge (Brina) Better learn to ? mo, much love Got thousands from Cleveland to Cali That's how we roll, follow 'em Once humongous blow up even more, when we crash the show We shuts 'em down underground, clown from town to town Bring a box of fifty House of Windsors We about to blaze this pound of the real sticky Bum rush in my lungs with a cloud of smoke, puff 'em 'Bout ready to exhale before me mind blow E-Z Wider, Swisha, or Philly, don't matter really 'Cause it smoke the same You know the procedure: two hits, then pass to the left when we blazin' All my trues who toke and roll in the Clair all day long We some representers, bumpin' on these here thug songs