[Chorus: EZ Mac]
So crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze (Can you bump that beat a little more, just in my headphones and shit? Yeah)
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed (Ha)
I'm tryna get blazed (They know how I like it; Get blazed)
I'm tryna get blazed
[Verse 1: EZ Mac]
Now can you please crack a Dutchie? You're rollin' with some haze
I'm high and nommin', and I'm tryna get blazed
Then after that, takе me down to Mickey D's
7-Elevеn, please, I want that tree with seven leaves
I wanna marry marijuana ganja, death until it's part
A lot of blunts is sparked, a spliff I lit, and take off like a charter
Now my conflict is smokin' too much chronic
Sippin' gin and tonic 'til my body isn't conscious (Yeah)
L after L, we stay rollin' like Sonic
With Hpnotiq, this hip-hop shit's still got it
Grab a Dutch and I proceed to break some tree
The only thing we roll in Phillies is a steak and cheese, yeah
Gettin' high like we paid to be, THC
Mixin' up my ABCs with trees like they was gave to me
This weed emancipates myself from mental slavery (Haha)
God, it's who I pray to be
[Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie]
So crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze (Uh, yeah)
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed (Tryna get blazed; Yeah)
Ha, I'm tryna get blazed (Blazed; Ayo, ayo, man, roll that shit up)
I'm tryna get blazed (Yo)
[Verse 2: Beedie]
Ayo, Mac, you need to pass me the tree (Yeah)
You see the line downstairs? Man, they askin' for me (What?)
For bags of weed, these fiends better have the cash to pay, yeah
I'm savin' what you crave, you want a favor for a favor (There you go)
We smoke so much that only thirty blunts phase us
Call me Baskin-Robbins with my thirty-one flavors
I hustle hard so I don't worry 'bout my papers (Nah)
Underneath the sun where the dirty ones raised us
Get back to me if you was lookin' for a sack of weed
Then take me to the sky, I'm high and lookin' like a factory
We rappin' skeed, you would think I was Japanese
Keep a fresh pack of blunts to crack and wrap into trees
We Mac and Beez (Look), with Mac in the backseat
Playin' hooky, shit, he ain't been to class since last week (Last week, yo)
And that's me, higher than the bird floatin' by (By)
So when you see me, you should know I'm high (High)
So watch me
[Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie]
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Ha, I'm tryna get blazed (Get blazed)
I'm tryna get blazed
[Outro: Beedie]
Yeah, man
You know we do it in Pittsburgh, man
Blunt after blunts
Fuck, The Ill Spoken
Beedie and EZ Mac, fuckers
412
Holla
Smoked out, yeah
We got far
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