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time to put another brewski in the coleman I think its time to light up this bowl, man Light the grill lets fry a pound of bacon. Turn the music up lets do some booty shakin backyard movie screen ten feet wide Got my sexy woman by my side BC livin in the summer time Kickin out the jams and we're feeling fine. We got this BC bud on tap A modite in my hand and a booty on my lap Home studio in the walkin closet Glacial water flowing from the faucet Got my trench coat for walking in the rain Don need no car cuz I ride the skytrain Throwin frisbes taking bong hits run around naked in the sunshine forest Got my party mug now piggies can't touch me gonna snack down on the bag of lunch meat BC livin that's how we roll Don't need no shoes Cuz I got soul. The sun ain't goin gown till 22 hundred It's the northern latitude, in case you wondered sixteen hours of arctic daylight What a way to start your night Chillin on the beach till the sun goes down Then I put on my cape and I rock this town Up in the club or in the street We got the funky rythm to move your feet The freaks get freaky to the torture division Treat your ears right do it with precision Slayen crowds like a head on collision It's a chain reaction like nuclear fission Baboon on the stage and the party is jumpin laptop grooves and the system in thumpin In your feet you start to feel something Aint nothing wrong with some booty bumpin take the chance to try some dance moves We all get stupid no one can disapprove let your ass move to the bass groove The less you try, the more you improve It draws you just like a black hole The beats from half way to the north pole BC living that's how we roll I'm done singing let's spark this bowl.  |
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