[Doobie Smoov] I was born in da south so the south I`m gon` die but in the mean time everyday I`ma be high because I might loose my life on these streets tonight but when I wake up in da morning everything is alright my heads tighter then yo pussy fo` that nigga pop yo cherry smokin on Louisiana`s finest Halley Berry ces as I rest my hand on that 3-80 alotta niggas hate me but they cant fade me got my bitches in check you bustas cause me no threat murder who murder me but I aint dead yet now Mr. Doobie Smoov comin down like rain smokin blunts popin vik`s aint a damn thing changed I`m just slammin that jammin that screw up in slow motion a nigga solo smokin through yo nieghborhood I`m coastin floatin to free my mind just like in vouge and I dont be given a fuck about no hoe thats real nigga deal wit a Louisiana pimp I`m steadily smokin hemp put the flame to da tip you know that Graveyard`s in dis bitch and all you hoes can have a coke and smile cause tradin putang for weed now that aint my style shit baby Bob Marley`s what they call me leave it up to me I`ll blow the whole world a charge and we gon` get crunk.....
[Chorus:DP] we gon` get crunk lets get drunk lets get high so high
[Doobie Smoov] livin life up in that smoke zone nigga you know its so on that herb is in the air we smokers extrondar while stanky dank be the bomb stanky pussy is a no no if yo pussy smell like chronic then yo ass has gots to go hoe slow yo fuckin role and dont be shiesty wit that killa cause dis is yo boy and you`s my nigga fuck fo` niggas and one blunt just waiting for turns let be fo` niggas and fo` blunts and everybody can burn my concern aint the mothafuckin laws at this time infact its if this fuckin ounce is wieghin right in exact 28 my shit is straight now its time for me to blow somethin I`m waitin on this white boy wit some pills to let me know somethin no somethin no front smoke fest can you see me on the porch of the house in alley smokin sweet leaf they say what you gon` do when the weed run dry well I`ma smoke a beata and cool out I got that shawdre screwed out.....
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[Doobie Smoov] lets get crunk wit five blunts and a fifth of Alize not just tonight but every mothafuckin day I pray that up in heaven thier`ll be fields fulla weed a pound a two for you a pound a two for me baby its all about the killa mayn mothafuck the bamma so much guingia we gon` make Jamiaca in Louisiana cause yo ass aint ballin if yo ass aint burnin put some Nightquill on yo blunt and dry it out and fry it out I still smell like a pound real tight twisted Hillfiger conversation got me gamin on these niggas like a real nigga they say Mr. Doobie Smoov yo herb is on fire but I dont need no water let the mothafucka burn
