Monday, March 21, 2011

It's like booming a bank




smokin.

I rolled my three feet high reefer
And blew the smoke at his head
I rolled my three feet high reefer
And blew the smoke at his head
Cos if I had to go to jail
I'll get him mad in his brain

But the judge shed a big hot tear
On to the window pane
But the judge shed a big hot tear
On to the window pane
Took a one last sniff
And got high up in the air
Took a one last sniff
And got high up in the air


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