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letra de tokers indeed - cryptic wisdom

[verse 1 – cryptic wisdom]
if you the kind of guy to load up a bong
you know that this song is for you
yo, but i’m gone
i’ve been smoking all week
and i’m toking a bowl
chief-in, it’s a lifestyle baby
no other hoe creepin’
on the face of the earth is making’ her work like this
it’s mary jane getting me hazed
my favorite chick
i wouldn’t trade her up for the world
there ain’t a chance that i’m giving up my loveliest girl
we makin’ plans
i’m stoned harder than historical slaves
the only difference is the cotton’s in my mouth and i’m blazed
alright, alright
baby, that was bad comparison
it’s ganja that caused fat -ss americans, with the munchies
if you’re a junk food lover, that’s gotta hit up on a pipe
we must be brothers, i don’t give a god d-mn
if we’re next to the cops
i’ma spark it up and always get the best of my plots

[chorus – cryptic wisdom]
this is all for my smokers
and my tokers indeed
i’ve got some hash, let me at it
time to roll up some weed
gonna get stoned goin’ nowhere tonight
with the moon and it’s all alright
yeah, we smokin’ tonight
gettin’ high and it’s all right

[verse 2 – emation]
this is to my stoners, my smokers, and all my people
that’s blowing and it’s illegal, we know it
see, best believe that we show it
owe it to the gerbs, i’m so high flying with the birds
and i’m just tryin’ hors d’oeuvres
some appetizers and desserts
a side of fries, ayo getting’ a sprite for my thirst
and i stay high, higher than a stripper skirts
got california kush, never gettin’ dirt
and that’s california’s perk, it’s never getting worse
we love this sh-t, for the fun of it
we roll up blunts, and puff a grip
i puff so much, i swear my tongue is stuck to my upper lip
and when my lungs quit, i’ma keep coughing
’til i drop in the bottom of a coffin
i’m not stopping, poppin’ outta
all i got is a lot of this marijuana
and i wanna take away your dollar
with all of this weed i brought-a
honestly mama, yeah i smoke and blaze
and it’s way more dope than the c0ke to the face

[bridge]
yo, i think you’re supposed to be rapping right now

[verse 3 – fat]
yo, i’m so high
cryptic sent me this song to get on a year ago
but i forgot, sorry man
here you go, it’s the pot
it’s always got me stuck in a pose, like i’m waiting to catch a fly
that just crawled in my nose; yeah, i’m a stoner
i be watching p-rn, forget about my b-n-r
wake up, with lotion in my hand, holding a brittney poster
i give up
’cause i feel like i’m running in circles
and this whole thinkin’ things
’bout as g-y as the color purple
i be lunching, sitting, staring, drooling
while eating a tub of ice cream
dreaming ’bout a world full of nothing
i got a problem
this bag i got is not gonna last
but i only got 20 dollars and my cars out of gas
do you deliver? man, i promise
i don’t live far
only thing is, can i pay you with this starbucks gift card?

[outro]
and we’re smoking some weed
and we’re tokers indeed
and we’re getting real high
h-llo?
f-ck

- cryptic wisdom

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