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JUS' VERSES:
just imagine, no bakin out the attic with the haze and hash shit
no j's we passin', or dames to blaze a bag with
no place to ash in, and no eighths of crack piff
if i never tasted that, would i be cakin' cash quick?
no throwin' fives, or coastin' on bogus rides
if i hadn't toked the lah, my skies would be open wide
was roastin' on this potent, then blowin' the coke in time
no smokin' dimes with smokin' dimes - notice sober pride
fathom that i graduated dare, and i had to make it clear
no brownies takin', faces with that asian glare
zero weight to scale, never blow the dankest here
instead of grabbin' o's, i sat and home, paced, drank a beer
no verizon cell, no arrivin' clientele,
guys just ain't supplyin' still, cause there ain't that fire to sell
crispy eyes, really sized on the title belt
might as well try and help, here's the high that michael felt
no questionin' ben stein, to wetten' my red eyes
none of the best lime, or puffin' at rest time
i wonder, would a lack of marijuana lead to less crime?
cheefin' on this cheeba for relievin' all my stressed vibes
i used to use the cess for neck, and to undress thighs
it seem like heavy headies made the sex live
connecticut to bedstuy, i'm only just as honest as the next guy
i guess i make the bed in which my head lies
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