Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often
That i rap like a warden stuck up in an office a lawman, a foreman,
Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad
Go to the mayor's office located right down the town and talk,
And panned out, i'm all in love
Heading straight to your office
I saw you in principal's office, when you locked it
You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that
To evidence, those presidents in office know we'll never die,
Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office
Real niggas never hate another man
Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span
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