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Dead Man S Bong

* strictly best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois [Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen

life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely

jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'? Car's

got real high and things got real slow and i started talking like this what's going on? i don't know and then i sold my car for a Greatful Dead ticket

for the low income, the slaws, the homies, the basers, and bongs, For the good, they got to suffer with the bad, and for the mother of the child with the dead

made 30 times more than he has You know that our Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now And he's dead and he's face, he's more famous now like He's dead like

Touch it and fall apart like yo high school folder I'm a Trojan man, B.H.S hall supplier Shady park resident and southside rider Eastside, eastside

that cut now they wonder where the brick's at My green shit stacks, still clip packs It's the wet back hitting on the bongs Thirty-six lead homies

That's when we, That?s when we, That?s when we ride. That's when we, That?s when we Ride on these bitches. That's when we, That?s when we, That