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We got that Good, good, we got that Good, good, we got that Good, good, we got that Good, good Space is out to hit you with that fire dro, so Once you're Good, he'll kick that higher flow. Better to Pass that haze around, 'til you swim in that grey Cloud, levitating and so Spaced out Toth will guide you back in like the tower, sure You'll fly-by for like an hour. Better to Trust that man from Hoth, he'll take you out a ways Off, ridin' dirty, but your brain's washed Call us a living approach, within the city of Loc, where it's like Fifty an o, if you like shittier dope. There ain't a Sillier joke, it's more like really a choke, but when that's All that's going on, you'll be like, gimme the roach. Kinda sounds like Industry folk, who stick that shit in your throat, complacence On the rap stations and up in videos. It's a Mystery though, how all that shit could be cold, like any Wood from the hood, should ever get to be gold. Maybe I'm just Getting to be old, but I want what's fitting to be told, so bad that I Feel like a God damn military man how I'm pitying these foes, everyone from 50 and his g code all the way down to Chingy and his weak flow: when you Stop making payments to God, your spot's finna be repoed so I got tired of watching grown folk blow their Load, I got inspired to go and sew 'dro and grow my Own, I got higher know my growing was showing them in sup Posed control, Move over Mo, don't you know? Space the Cashdronaut, the bigger Swisher twister, so High, I'm passin' bud to the chic on the moon from Miller, now I'm a introduce myself, cause y'all ain't familiar, I get Gorilla on the liquor, so I'm a Swisher kisser. It's the Dealer of sensimilla, niggas know I got killa, still a Seed and stick picker, while I'm blowin' on indica. This'll Get you home quicker than that vodka and mixer, have you On the road trippin, and the cops come and get'cha. Yeah my Dope be costin' a lot, I like to choke the smoke that make you Cough and caught in a thought on whatever you call it, weed Green, rope or just pot, make the time go slow Like when you stare at the clock. Homies that know me say I Only blow the dodie, see me floatin' down 40, fast Car, cat card, got a Cuddie, it's a oldie Space, one of the great eighth smokers of the world partner Got that Uncle Tom, sell-out marijuana, shit's proper Good, good, we got that Good, good, we got that Good, good, we got that Good, good Space is out to hit you with that fire dro, so Once you're Good, he'll kick that higher flow. Better to Pass that haze around, 'til you swim in that grey Cloud, levitating and so Spaced out Toth will guide you back in like the tower, sure You'll fly-by for like an hour. Better to Trust that man from Hoth, he'll take you out a ways Off, ridin' dirty, but your brain's washed We got that Good, good, we got that Good, good, we got that Good, good, we got that Good, good