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It was a Saturday night, it wasn't nothing to do
So I called up this girl that I wanted to begin to
She wasn't at home, so I bounced to the store
To get some zag, yo, you know, so I could roll up a stoge
I was solo, looking for somebody to lounge, cause
A brother like me had nothing less than a burn, but
The night was still young, females were roaming the streets
Tripping off a brother cause I rolled a bucket with beat
I was turnt, but yo I wasn't all the way gone
As I took more and more chronic dank to the dome
I saw my homies on the spot, so I pulled it aside
The fools was thick on S&L shooting fives on the dice
So I kicked it for a minute, rolled up a few stogs
Fired up the dank and got stuck with my folks
It was getting kind of late, so I hit another scene
I went over the ramp with the traps and the fiends
To get some dank and coke, then put my mask right back on, G
Cause cognac is nice when you chill with the homies
But what I do ain't nothing new, see, everyday it's always on
Cause out here in the town, we like to get gone
We like to get gone
It's going on
We like to get gone
And you know it's on
We like to get gone
We like to get gone
It's going on
We like to get gone
You know it's on, we smoke the bong
We're getting gone
I was kicking it on another day in E-M-P
With my homie Front Page and Top D-O-G
Everything was tight, so we posted up on the spot
Cause it wasn't cool to roll, man, the boys was too hot
It got fat up on the H, as the hours passed and
A brother like me needed rejuvenation
So I shot to the corner liquor sto' for some drank
And bounced off to Chevron to put some gas in my tank
I came back to the H with a case in the trunk
All we needed now was some true dank that stunk
F.P. had that all sewed up in the hole
Cause he had enough true for all of us to smoke
But I was cool on the dank, so I passed the spliff