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[Intro: DJ Paul] Good evening my young speciments Glad you could make it with us today So, uh, have a seat, grab a blunt Prepare for today's lesson, my sons [Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca] Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide [Verse 1: Carmike] I got a whole motherfuckin' half ounce to burn Somethin' for you crazy-ass bastards, dippеd in sherm So come along, let mе take you on a little journey just to smoke weed Smoke on weed, it's on me Why do I smoke the buddha? Eeny, meeny, I don't know but everytime I take a pull, I grab an extra soul And my mind has me crazy, can't remember shit, got me so dazed So, hold thee up, I see you smokin' reefer [?] in your left ear, have no fear Damn, I could've sworn me a high you could get no higher, pack a punk me to desire And I don't mind causin' havoc and corruption Me and Triple 6, Gimisum, crush up, rush up Take a sip (Take a sip), Get a dip (Get a dip) Press your lips (Press your lips) Time to take a shotgun (Time to take a shotgun) [Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca] We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime [Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca] Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Chiefin' on that green dope, Triple Six boomin' DJ Paul got the hay, get into the room, wind from the gun got me numb Constantly smokin', pure got me spinnin', Little Gin drinkin' Thunderbird To the [?] with Chill Will and Cello comin' at the table, slippin' on the yago Bitches at the front door with a quarter pound of dope, foggin' up my window Once again, you do hear me, though Green Chevy-thang with the woodgrain steerin' wheel Ballin' with the big boy, Killa lookin' for a kill Drunk, full of bump, plus some skunk, and I'm drizznunk, that's the wizznay that we live Crazy, full of weed, indeed, we seekin' tight Get a thick bitch, hit the light green, horseshit, bitch, stop fall aside [Verse 3: DJ Paul] We huff and puff, blow out a big cloud of smoke from the blunts I pass The killers in the Triple Six clique them click They put some lead on some busters ass The grass burn slow, I blast a ho, the mask on my face, though Threw it out the roof of the 5.0 Mustangs, we must stang on a trick, the Triple Six Mafia shit don't quit, bitch The clizznique, so mean, mane, thazzit it's a shame that we got to burn to ashes Or be smoked by the crew who survived, to get a little smoke in our lives That's what we deserve, to smoke them herbs and burn eternally Insides of a Mafia nigga was already burned to permanently Lyin' over a glass wants 'em squizzab but my nigga Carmike boomin' So I leave it up to keep to tell you how Mr. Pizznaul do it [Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca] We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime [Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca] Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide [Verse 4: Carmike] Collapse, made your brain cells dissapear I'm sorry, Mr. Reverent, I'ma smoke until my time get's near I'm on the streets back, once again, runnin' about the duplex, hoppin', noid, me swing I'm high as fuck and I make a right on Chelsea Stop at In In-N-Out 'cause that was on my route I got the Bush now, I'm out for Mr. Sinclair, no need to stare, finna put the light in the air Hickory, dickory, dock, I smoke, we parking down the block Hickory, dickory, dick, I got the back full of tricks, on the five-way up on K' Try me if you wanna try, when I'm on the snort I think I can fly So I don't try to fight it, let it take control Lay back my head, let me wiver through your soul Extra, extra, like born again But I can't put that reefer down, that's my fuckin' sin [Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca] We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime [Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca] Get a lil' smoke (High), get a lil' smoke Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High) Get a lil' smoke and glide High, high, high, high