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					| Now here's a Zig Zag story while I'm writing this song
 Sit back relax I'm igniting this bong
 
 Picture this sandy beaches dimes wearin thongs
 
 Serving mixed drinks to me all night long
 
 With me feet back puffin on my weed sack
 
 Shit you can't believe that people ask me
 
 Where you buy your trees at
 
 Got the Bombay Ganje lime green
 Sticky icky Ganja got me needing Visine
 
 
 
 Like a magic carpet ride come fly with me
 And this is for my homies that get high with me
 
 Just crack the Phillie open cause we keep on smoking
 
 
 Dimes rubbin on lotion
 Feet soaking in the ocean
 
 On a tropical Island staying sunny
 
 We outta Phillies take these skins somebody roll a Mummy
 Now people say money makes the world go round
 
 
 So come escape with me and let's puff on a pound.
 
 
 
 Chorus:
 
 So high fly through the sky
 
 And ride my life high
 Fly through the sky
 
 
 
 
 No matter what you say
 
 Feeling so alright so Ire today
 
 Fire de go blaze
 
 No responsibility man
 
 
 No responsible
 
 Me I go rolling a fat blunt
 Smoking the fat blunt
 This is my goal.
 
 
 Take it easy Rastaman
 
 
 I will now go blaze
 From Kingston Jamaica
 
 
 Bombay to India
 Smoking in the air
 
 What da da da day
 
 Some of them are smoking
 
 Weed to take away frustration
 
 I and I do it for me aggravation
 
 Dreadlock to Babylon are selling everyday
 
 Come me say
 
 Bringing it back on the boat back to the USA
 
 With the ganja me floating me floating away
 
 
 Why not come and puff with me and then we go fly away
 
 
 Chorus repeat
 
 
 
 Well it's the sticky icky bomb Holmes
 
 Got the fat sacks puffier than Sean Combs
 
 It's the Ice man back blowin dookie out the nostrils
 
 In the studio creating shit that's colossal
 
 Apostle of the green bud see me bleemed up
 
 In my 430 Lexus off in Texas teamed up
 
 With the Darkman and we're blazing
 Some headbanging shit yo the Ice'll come equipped
 
 
 To spit with the best cause I'm all about mine
 I got dimes of smoke that'll make you float on cloud nine
 
 
 Then I shine just like a beacon in the night
 
 Pass me the Thai I get high on the mic
 
 For real a zig zag story for my peeps
 
 Bangin in the Jeeps while you slang it in the streets
 Like Napalm I'm way gone and now it's time to bounce
 
 
 It's the weed song come with me and smoke an ounce
 
 
 Chorus repeat
 
 
 HATA BİLDİR
 
 
 
 
 
 
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