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About Me
I got the joint, but you ain't gonna smoke it Come around get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus King klick tokas, royalty smokers Come around it disappears like hokus pokus I'm gettin' amped up, in different states of mind I hit a depth for a track as I prepare my rhyme, Sometimes I'm real high, besides I don't lie Look at all these phony people tryin to make supply Yeah, you sly in your flashy suits You sellouts get the **** outta here, bail out I sag my jeans, rock hemp and (??) I got a 85 caddy, give a **** about the billboard You live at large with your three car garage Your Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures I smoke...