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Young Buck Gettin High

want to know if its dro what you think ho? I'm just twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high Twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high [Verse 2: Young Buck] We all get high

to know if its dro what you think ho? I'm just twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high Twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high [Verse 2: Young Buck] We all get high

serious What you think it ain't...that serious? I bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young black america my

all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin

science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young

- blaaastin' I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high On the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major A buck

waiting Or shooting in the door I have a blind date Maybe fucking in the park Without a rubber on We are not alone When I was young a song, Had no fuckin

they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce And gettin

for bodies that they know we did that M shit clean you out like ammonia imagine '89 fuckin' Appolonia. (Clipse) Last name Robinson, first name Stacy I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin