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  9. [Hook]
    Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
    Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
    I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
    Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though

    [Wiz Khalifa]
    Cut those cameras on cause my camera’s on
    And my niggas backing me riding around town
    With a big old bag of weed
    Taylor Gang, we ain’t in your faculty
    Me and Snoop Dogg, we created a masterpiece
    Smoke all day and we making this cash, and we
    Bout it bout it like Master P
    Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees
    TGOD, he’s the OG, real G shit what it has to be
    My real niggas gon pop tags for me
    Fake niggas gon get bags for me
    Say you just wanna shake hands with me?
    Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me
    Now I’m riding around town in the car that you can’t even pronounce
    And you can’t go fast as me
    Smoking marijuana, and she know that I’m a player
    So she wanna come up here spend that cash on me
    That pimp shit come naturally
    That fuck shit is wack to me
    My kush grown organically
    My balling is actually

    [Hook:]
    Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
    Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
    I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
    Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though
    You like to smoke but you ain’t smoking what we smoking, no
    You like to smoke but you ain’t smoking what we smoking, no

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Let me turn you on to turn you out
    To make you feel how you really wanna feel
    For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill
    You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop
    Light green kush cut from a bush
    Mix it together, get it together
    Hypo glow with the hydro flow
    Smoking on some shit called I don’t know
    This is that shit that was caught
    From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock—oh no!
    Cutting it up, button it up
    Homie don’t speak at all
    You might stay, you might be most likely like shark bait
    I might hate, nigga you smoking that lightweight
    Wrong class, featherweight, levitate
    Set it straight: let me break it down for you
    Flip it, zip it, let it fly
    If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
    Drop it, stop it, that ain’t the one
    We don’t even smoke that shit for fun!

    [Hook]

    [Juicy J]
    Yea nigga, I’m rolling up that high-grade
    Chilling on the porch, smoking like it’s Friday
    Every day of the week to Juicy J’s a high day
    Niggas think I’m Chinese cause my eyes straight
    I threw up a 6 into a 20 ounce
    Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
    Fucked around and popped a molly now I’m high as fuck
    Every chick I'm seeing, Juicy screaming out, "Let’s fuck!"
    I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it
    Where my mind? Somebody help me find it
    Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch
    They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher

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