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Some of them say we evil Little somethin'-somethin' for my people And though I know that weed'll even-out your day Love everything green, well, that's what Nas used to say God say Gonna get ya fucked-up, wanna get ya fucked-up When you take one hit, that'll make you hush-up Nigga, shut the fuck up No stems, no Indo and chronic Hydro, Thai Stick and I can think of some more, oh, yeah Time to smoke sess, oh I know high-day come around on Friday Pour up our Deebo, yes, and we pray that the reefer help me see more everyday Now, wouldn't it-couldn't it be Heaven-sent? One hell of a superstar bowl Every first Friday of the month, and you're humbly invited We're truly humbly united Enemies and all o' y'all, hate-on while I get my fade on, I'm so high So who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? You want a bag, you got a bag So send 'em out the door to the liquor store (Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh) So who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? 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You want a bag, you got a bag So send 'em out the do' to the liquor sto' (Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh) In Booyah, smokin' the potent Buddha-Buddha It ain't nothin' like that Buddha lova'-bomb shit Fat enough that it'll make me move ya, soothe ya Reefa', creepa', seepin' in my sneakers Seepin' in me Shiva, heave her, nigga You betta' believe us Even when we lonely, weed won't leave us Not like these fake niggas that deceive us All day, the weed-man busy, and he be callin' when it's seedless Life ain't easy, put it on Eazy, but we still breathin' Takin' a hit of the reefa', sendin' me straight to Heaven Chokin' with my breezy, that herbal healin' Don't you wanna feel that feelin'? Don't you wanna spend your skrilla'? And givin' the weed to the killa's Makin' 'em forget why they killin', hell yeah I heard they heard, they heard they out here fuckin' wit' pills Nigga, those chemicals will make you ill, so get off the ecstasy So, to the realest, mysterious and pass the rush Off a box (a box), sellin' me skunk (skunk) Out of me trunk (trunk) Sho' 'nough, sho' 'nough, sho' 'nough, sho' 'nough So who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? You want a bag, you got a bag So send 'em out the door to the liquor store (Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh) So who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? You want a bag, you got a bag So send 'em out the do' to the liquor sto' (Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh) So who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? You want a bag, you got a bag So send 'em out the door to the liquor store (Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh) So who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? You want a bag, you got a bag So send 'em out the do' to the liquor sto' (Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh) Talk that talk until we toke that, love that-that Don't legalize, 'cause they know we can grow Gettin' high just to get-by Through all the suicides and homicides and genocides And drive-by's, walk-by's gonna multiply And chalk lines all the time in the H-double-O-D, hood And the wood grain, and it ain't all Where it ain't all, when it ain't all, when it ain't all good Started at eleven, stealin' weed from papa's keeper And even though you beat us, I got to thank you for the reefer Never mess with white hoes, but I roll wit' white boys Niggas come out the pen' and they roll some tight joints, tight joints My shit is swollen, you shouldn't be rollin' Neva' no green leaves, it'll make your heart bleed for the moment Just go on and let me split-up the weed and silently sober No jokin', when the neighbor's door's open, you wanna come over We smokin'-smokin', and now we tokin'-tokin' And then we chokin'-chokin'-chokin'-chokin' Chokin'-chokin'-chokin'-chokin', I'm so high So who want a bag? 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