TRUE

Im buzzin, I need some True
 Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew
 Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
 Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go
 Roll me a big fat bat of the true up
 Hide my bag while I call the crew up
 Blaze my J and take a strong toke
 Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke
 But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff
 And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff
 I can roll a J in 3 seconds flat
 At a baseball game I be blazin a bat
 In school, I'm cool, smoke a J in the can
 No homegrown please just straight up Ghan
 Keep a bic in my pocket cuz im ready to flick
 Keep the true in my drawls by my balls and my dick
 If you try to smoke me you can be straight up lit
 I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with
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 If you take a strong toke it'll turn your lungs blue
 And that fresh smellin True green grass is on you
 No tellin how much True I consume
 The shit's so potent you'll catch a contact in the next room
 When I blaze it's just like smog
 Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's early morning fog
 I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
 I can afford to be blowed cuz my lifestyle's lavish
 True's in the house when I walk in the place
 Blaze up a J and blow smoke in ya face
 My lifestyle's wild I can never go wrong
 And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong
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 I gotta get some more True cuz my bag's gettin low
 Jump in the ride headed for the True store
 Give me a pound of your best Sensimillia
 Cuz I come everyday you oughta hook me up a deal
 Just then the cops had to raid the place
 So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they face
 They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete
 Blazin up True in the backseat
 The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin
 He said go to jail or give me that shit you been smokin
 I said cool and didn't even think about it
 As for the True, never leave home without it