Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come along
And take hits from the bong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat coal
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, there's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don't strain
I love you mary jane
She never complains, when I hit mary
With that flame, I light up the cherry
She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the
screen
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling
water
Is makin' it pure so i got ta', take my hit and hold it
Just like chong, I hit the bowl and i reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As I take hits from the bong
As I take hits from the bong
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong, from the bong
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