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Yeah You know Ignite What's up, boy? You got a blunt? Haha, you know we 'bout to smoke all day long Yeah, I'm waking up I'm rolling up I'm baking up I'm smoking up We rolling blunts We rolling blunts We rolling blunts Yeah, I'm waking up I'm rolling up I'm baking up I'm smoking up We rolling blunts We rolling blunts We rolling blunts Triple Cee on scene Got the Hot 16 Fresh facts out the green Blowing raps too soon Roll a blunt like a G Take a dab with me Tomate una dab, conmigo y viajá Take a dab and travel with me Los ojos tan rojos, no puedo pensar My eyes so red, I can't even think Quedamos re locos, no puedo MÁS So faded I can't no more Quedamos tan locos queremos rapear We so fucked up boy, let's rap! Mañana WhatsApp todo el día on the phone WhatsApp all day on the phone Haciendo negocio, vendiendo producto, keeping the flow Nacido argentino, bilingüe, latino, también español Ignacio Moreno, Ignacio Ignite Sick John, Sick Juan Sick Dog, just fucking killed this track In a club in the back, dripped in black Handing out rocks, sipping on Jack L.A. fitted hat, hit a piano and a mag, smelling the track West L.A. on the map, city where you stay strapped 'Cause you hear that click-clack, everywhere that way I go Hear death around the corner like Tupac Boy you might get shot any mother fucking day but I'm ready 'Cause I pack the slugs as heavy, boy your click is petty 'Cause I drop a machete and I, it's coming from my blood Homie you wanna get hit, I don't think you wanna get hit You should get your whole fucking wig split I'm waking up I'm rolling up I'm baking up I'm smoking up We rolling blunts We rolling blunts I'm waking up We rolling up We baking up We smoking up We rolling blunts We rolling blunts I'm waking up We rolling up We baking up We smoking up We rolling blunts We rolling blunts We rolling blunts I'm waking up We rolling up We baking up We smoking up We rolling blunts We rolling blunts We rolling blunts