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    "Smokers Anthem" Lyrics


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    I'sa root 4 like a domino and found me' cuzin froze,
    soar like an eagle on the porch smokin a mule den i
    go sit down pon' de centa',
    and fill it up this swisher,
    time 2 lick and roll ganja now smoke up,
    digest, cums the smoka' time 2 start choke,
    now ignite killa, man getta puff hand de' dro since
    im da' one dats pimpin' da pen and da' who checks da
    frint doh', im not goin' 2 put da' sweet out cuz i hear knock pon' de door.

    [verse 1]

    imma getta box phillies from out da' sto' and cum rite
    bak' then imma roll a phillie fat as a finga and lite
    that, lemon lime, hydro and regular pine,
    u know i like dat, un da' influence a' sticky,
    cuz i luv it when i be lifted alla' my years be dun'
    shifted, one deep be up in da car comin out cuz im
    so talented and gifted,skoopin up nuthin but playas
    and we're thang in da same,
    nuthin but flippin and sippin,
    and runnin a train on mary jane,
    love it mane. Roolin up and blowin up all day,
    posted up in da rear view inn smellin good in da hallway.
    Put a wet towel up unda' doh' but it aint enuff 2 stop
    da do'do' and lite da pojo,
    im about 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.


    nuthin but swisher smokin 2 nite,
    anything that you want from you gotta wait till i get
    high, im not kappin, butonly stinky green is on my
    mind, well if you wanna match dis weed well i think we can compromise.

    [verse 2]

    imma huff, and imma puff cuz i done made it da' habit
    from point a ta' b and even ta' point c im searchin
    4 sum cabbage. Hold up look up in da sky is it a bird?
    Is it a plane? No its them dem so lovely its mary jane.
    I'll admit imma a fiend 4 nuthin but codiene and killa
    green wit a 24 hour high and lean cuz im always smokkin
    on da scene. Everybody wanna out me 2 da test,
    im just tryna ease da tention and stress.
    In =hale but i gotta \\"let it go\\" congested in my
    chest, in an attempt 2 bust a long hydroponics got
    me sprung, goin broke behind dis woman and willin 2
    spend all my funds, i goota get a fat sack wit 1 double
    o wit lifted dats 4 sho doh'.
    And lite da pojo imma bout 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.


    [verse 3]

    im liter than al, tryna smoke myself into anotha deminsion
    pleeze lite up dat dare', cuz i really need 2 calm
    my nerves i be trippin dats why i gotta stay smokin
    and 2 keep all my fantasies really a challenge and
    im vilently chokin nigga gone drop 85 mo' sack fatter
    than a fat back nigga think would we r-a 2 the n-k
    everyday all day stimulaing in my mind guerilla maab
    1 deep and 1 of a kind, betta not crush dat luv,
    betta pass if you wanna live,
    puff puff give on da cool im sick of my buzz acopocko
    or gold (skunk) get da red air pump,
    cuz im blowin kill, even if im on paper 4 pullin a
    caper, i gotta be blowin steel and you know its real
    (burnin kill) put a wet towel up unda da doh',
    but it aint enuff 2 stop da do'do and lite da pojo
    imma bout 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

    This song was submitted on July 26th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Dominic Richard Owen.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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