Light it up, smokin' reefa,
I smoke four that beat me up.
Hey what up, you know that we have
and we give it so much that they get scandalized.
Light it up, smokin' reefa,
I smoke four that beat me up.
Hey what up, you know that we have.
I keep my blunt lit and then I don't even do it.< br/>Yes man, no meow.
Smoking shit for cripples.
We are no longer in any hurry,
we have Amnesia, what a delight.
Between friends and genetics,< br/>organic weed, energy drinks.
i2L is like showtime, connect now.
We have the technique, worthy green.
Chill. Peace in the pipe of peace,
Not even Buffalo Bill smoked what my raps
in the far west.
We bring the ruckus, every day is harvest.
Sick motherfuckers know what what a part.
I hold it down like Boogie Down in Uptown,
rappin' my banner.
Barcelona until death in my blood
like THC, run to report me.
br/>I can't live without high, I can't fly without weed.
Smokin' reefa, Mermelada Music what it is.
A lot of color out there, I only see green
and a lot of love, please girl, kiss me just right here.
Doing big bombs, addicts like Clinton.
Like Gervasio Defer, blind on the plinth.
And I'm laughing with my real homs,
we spent supahigh afternoons talking bullshit: ministers.
Why am I going to tell you things that you already know bro.
Light up the pot, trees smoking.
Peace and a double cheese burger for lower it.
Christopher Wallace all green, goose-style.
In Barcelona. Smokin' reefa. Ill Bambinos. Smokin' reefa.
Jam. Smokin' reefa.
Dry sound. All day smokin' reefa.

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