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Brothers and sisters!
We gonna have Church tonight!
And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson..

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I wake up praising, God every day
I wanna smoke some weed and roll me a J
Thank you Jesus! Thank you Lord!
For letting me live another day! Hey! hey!

Nigga I'm high, nigga you high
Lets get high in the motherfucking sky
Watch the butterflies hit the wall
And if you're feeling down? give yer boy a call
Weed, it takes the stress away
Thats why Bizarre smokes ten blunts a day
It's nothing but the sticky, icky, green stuff
Light it, pass it and take a puff
Having a bad day, stop by my house
Cause most likely, I've got a blunt in my mouth
So sit down relax and chill
And if you don't smoke weed, then shit, I got some pills
Watch ya need girl, A fucking refill?
A fat bag a weed and some happy meals?
Nah, baby, I don't smoke newports
Only fat bags of weed in this escort

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Sunday morning, Bizarre have day
Blunt in my mouth, watching DJ Dre
Dangerous mind, just like Coolio
Only church I know is Snoop Dogg's studio
Wide out the raps, blowing in my lap
Rap hennesy, keep the acid tap
I'm glad that I didn't move down south
Take care of my kids, be the man in the house
Orange mushrooms and yellow stars
Fat bags of beatles in mason jars
Get in and lap, come on jump in
Raid a bottle of gin, and two of your freaky friends
Oh fuck it! Let's go to Cedar Point
Bring your son alone, shit, he can hit the joint
Cause rapping it's a full time job
All I wanna smoke weed and praise God

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