Smoking

by whitney bartlett   Apr 10, 2004


Smoking kills
i should know
but it doesn't bother me
so here i go
i put the cigarette
in my mouth
light it up
and smoke it like the south
MM-HMMM
boy it taste good
smoke it like they do in the hood
lets skip the cig
and hit the big
roll that joint
light it up
pass it on
come on come on
smoke that b**ch
come on inhale it
no more bull sh**
cant you taste it?
since you done that
you in the gang
I'm glad your not a chocker
since your a big pot smoker

ahhhhhhh the memories of the summer j-k

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