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Blaze Lyrics - Plain Rap - Pharcyde

For nights and days we blaze 

 

Inhale, don't it feel good? 

Pass it around so we all could 

Be on the same plain, I dwell amongst the clouds 

Dream of other styles, captivate 

(Meditate) 

 

Open a bag that hasn't been touched 

A pile of bud, a sack of blunts 

Get backwoods to get back, good 

Fools 

 

Number one cash drop 

Five G's to drop 

With no seeds to pop 

Time to recoup 

 

Throw the stress in the trash can 

As we laughin' at the Afghan 

Of the herb I'm a fan 

Thc, keep it all in me 

 

Can't you see, I'm 

Gonna get some bubble gum 

Been around the world like puffy 

Puffin' in exotic hot spots 

(In exotic hot spots) 

 

Spit from heaven above, hourly dove 

She started from the seed to sex the female 

Couldn't cut her 

Couldn't taste her till the hairs was half pale 

Trade affiliated 

Chillin' 96 degrees in the shade faded 

 

And God bless my 

DJ TY 

Keepin' my dubs wise 

Pockets broke in size 

Haterism on the rise 

(No joke, man) 

 

Lacin' up, tokin' herbals, tokin' verbals 

Fuzzy like gerbals 

Off the plant I pick it 

To the paper i stick it 

 

Fine lime fruity smell makes even straights wanna kick it 

Taste it, better organically grown, sun basted 

I go batty batty batty 

Burnt seats in the caddy 

 

Due to 320 hollow florescent sodium 

Clipped and transplanted 

Females, have your eyes slanted 

Iris burgundy 

Phasing in and out 

With lots of laughs and a couple of blunts 

 

Up the charts I'm scalin' 

I got the bomb for you 

There's no need for hatin' 

I got nugs you can hug like pimps 

It don't mean a thing to me 

Just don't double clutch 

 

Pass the stuff I know you had enough 

Gettin' all freaky and stuff 

Trees for breakfast, trees for lunch 

Rockin' weed, cool aid punch, Neslie crunch 

Crunch buds, lots of love and peace sign 

I feel fine 

 

For nights and days we blaze 

 

Hella zoned, hella blown 

Hit up my man on the telephone 

Fried, sky high 

Bake for the day, fry now pay later 

 

Comin' up on the superb herb 

Flowers 

Thc powers 

Got me higher than sears towers