| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Then put in the air if you wanna get high
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| Spark it up in a circle
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| With the kush weed that would hurt you
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| If you got the purple we can blaze it
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| Either way, the high you search
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| You shoulda bought
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| Then you know the rules before you hit it once
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| When you catch my blunt
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| You know which way to pass it when it comes
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Don’t ever pass it on the right
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| Never ash it on my Nike
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| If you sprinkle hash in it
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| Just don’t let it out your sight
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| 'Cause if you take it outta sight
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| Well ya just beggin' for a fight, aight
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| Give me a lighter
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| So why you can’t decipher, ignite it
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| Puff Puff Pass homie
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| Don’t just stand and try to hide it
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| I smoke a bowl or a spliff and uplift my spirits
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| Then I take a bong hit
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| Hit it fuckin' hard and clear it
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| Hit it with the left hand
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| Pass to the next man
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| Feel the buddha bless
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| And his weed is from the west
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| And you’ll never get it done
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| Your bitin', you can bet it on your life
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| It’s 4/20 every night, who wanna get high?
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| Do you want to get high?
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| And then put it in the air if you wanna get high
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| I’m Green Evidence
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| On the podium, stands the minister
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| I see weed from cypress trees
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| I just finished up
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| I’m center stage high
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| Civic center stage dive
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| Even summer, winter, spring
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| And fall, ain’t the same
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| My heads in the clouds
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| Of smoke then I choke and laugh
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| Then toke on the left hand side
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| No joke work
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| Can touch these Los Angeles souls
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| We twist herbs up
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| The word’s a dangerous flow (Go!)
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| (Only on the left hand…)
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| When I smoke, I’m tilted to the side like a kick stand
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| Roll up a rock and call me a middle man
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| I’m sinkin' a riddle like it was quicksand
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| One *snort* clear out your nasal passage
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| Wit the medicine of Dristan
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| Voila, my mind at ease
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| The Policeman (Whoop-Whoop) wanna come find my trees
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| Hashish from Iraq
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| Will make my eyes chinese
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| Tearing up the studio just tryin' to find my keys
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| (La, la, la, la) It’s like that ya’ll
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side (la, la, la, la)
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Only on the left hand side
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| Pass the joint on the left hand side
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| Then put it in the air if you wanna get high
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| Do you want to get high? |