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Текст песни Afroman - Smoke On It
Sticky icky icky icky icky icky sticky sticky
Sticky icky icky icky icky icky sticky sticky
Three words to the party: Smoke weed everyday
So I can make my pay
Selling light green kush pound for pound
It's the old school sound I'm throwing down
I'm a smoker and a dealer see
I gotta slang to my best ability
I got the kush that'll knock you down
I light the blunt then I pass it around
Let me know I got the work
The stuff I like to smoke when I urk and jerk
Put that kush up in the air
Throw your head back and scream "Oh yeah"
Cause I am Afroman
Selling weed straight from Afghanistan
So light it up, pass it around
When you need some more I'll be around
Blunts, smoking that blunts
Blunts, kush is what we want
Khaki billin', marijuana sellin'
West Coast Afroman
Slang weed in Europe, Africa
Amsterdam and Japan
If you want the best pot from the West
Hit this and you'll agree
When you're in need of some bomb ass weed
You'll spend big money with me you see
Cause when I was a little baby boy
Big chronic blunts I did enjoy
Digital and hand scales
Blowjobs in between sales
Getting rich from God's creation
Like the real Rick Ross I'm serving the nation
I made up my mind just what to do
And I started up the Hungry Hustler crew
Go crazy, go crazy
Smoke 'til your vision is hazy
Beats in your ears, burgundy eyes
Drinking Cottonmouth Quench and Colt 45
If you don't know how to smoke get ready to learn
Cause Afro's taking his turn to burn
Take a eighth, a quarter, an ounce
Money up front so I can bounce
Take a pound, take it out of town
Cash in my hand, it's Afroman
I got the beat, got the Swisher Sweet
Without me smoking it's incomplete
Like this yo, like that yo
Like my women, I like my blunts fat ho
Smoke this, smoke that, my blunts are fat
Afroman got weed like that
Everybody in the streets smoking on my sack
Having THC asthma attacks
Buy an ounce yo, buy a pound
While you listen to the rhythm of the reefer sound
Slanging zip for zip, clocking crazy green
Living the American dream, inhaling vapor steam
Smoke on it, smoke on it
Smoke it, smoke it, choke on it
Weed turn to blunt, blunt turn to roach
And you hit it 'til don't nobody want it
Smoke on it, smoke on it
Smoke it, smoke it, choke on it
Weed turn to blunt, blunt turn to roach
And you hit it 'til don't nobody want it
Cause smoking weed is what I do best
Yes yes princess I'm from the West
If you don't think Afroman's for real
Let me tell you what happened to the Man of Steel
Superman came to town to see what he could sell
He stacked his mail high as hell until he reached Palmdale
His pounds were stacked three stories high
His bong was made of steel
I said "Afroman, run this land"
He said "Boy be for real"
He said "I'm faster than the sheriff department
If they was smoking crack
Exhale my super breath
And give the whole world contact
I can fly my pounds around the world
Without catching no heat
I socialize with x-ray eyes
And a grape Swisher Sweet"
He opened up his Ziploc bag
And the vapors began to smell
And all the potheads started sniffing
Wondering through the 'Dale
And just when he had sold a pound
And thought his weed was right
I invented a sack and took the town back
With Palmdale Kryptonite (That's right)
Superman said "Yes indeed
This is that Palmdale tumbleweed"
I said "Now that you know the deal
Bring all your dollar bills to my Coupe DeVille
I'm Afroman from East Palmdale
I got that Kryptonite for sale
I do it right cause I can't do it wrong
That's why the whole world wanna hit my bong"
Smoke on it, smoke on it
Smoke it, smoke it, choke on it
Weed turn to blunt, blunt turn to roach
And you hit it 'til don't nobody want it
Smoke on it, smoke on it
Smoke it, smoke it, choke on it
Weed turn to blunt, blunt turn to roach
And you hit it 'til don't nobody want it
Smoke on it, smoke on it
Smoke it, smoke it, choke on it
Weed turn to blunt, blunt turn to roach
And you hit it 'til don't nobody want it
Smoke on it, smoke on it
Smoke it, smoke it, choke on it
Weed turn to blunt, blunt turn to roach
And you hit it 'til don't nobody want it