Mighty Clouds Of Smoke Chords by Total Devastation

I wanna get blunted, my [Eb] brother.
Roll up my hat [Ebm] for the dazzlin' friend.
I wanna get [Abm] blunted, my brother.
Roll up my hat for the dazzlin' friend.
I wanna get blunted, my brother.
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I wanna get blunted, my brother.
Roll up my hat for the dazzlin' friend.
Nah nah [Db] nah nah nah [B] nah, nah!
Well here we go to the show with some fat in-go
And though I never front it, I always stay blunted.
Many clouds, many clouds, runnin' through my dome
As I float, hook up a, hook up a
Float all night, put my knees upon your head, babe
You can't wait to make up about the good old days
When I brought the chakra tie and [Abm] the Colombian go
You know the stuff, what's up for the guys at Big Man Pub
Now I'm flying kinda high, yeah kinda key
Nearly caused a smokey note cloud, [Eb] 9-2
See I got the tasty waves and the cool buzz
But you smell what it is, nice smell what it was
Cause we smoke fat blunts and we write dope rhymes
[N] Play video games and read high times
Engine makes the boot tight, but not the song might
Sell a [B] million copies of the book, Smoke and Bang
Right, daddy makes you thrill, daddy might catch you warm
But I didn't miss the bus to the marijuana farm
In the up [Ebm]-close county, the northern part of Cali
Poor Hammer can't dance like my man grows plants
Never speak to AP cause my homie dance solo
With a fat [C] Philly blunt on a Hawk status logo
Just looking out, now the boys got clout
Now it's time to show the world what we all about
So [B] we smoke two drugs, before we smoke two drugs
And then we smoke some [Ebm] more, we be rolling
Smoke two drugs, before we smoke two drugs
[Ab] And then we smoke some more, this is rolling
La-di-di-da [Abm]-di-di, yeah me love marijuana
Me know the blunt like the sex llama donna
I feel [Ebm] like black when I puff on the ganja
So legalize marijuana, ya da-na
Ricky [Ab] Fordo, he was raised for marijuana
I wanna get hunted, my bruh-la
I _ _ [Ebm] wanna get hunted, my bruh-la
I wanna get, I wanna get, I wanna get hunted, my bruh-la
Pull up a fat one, now _
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Man is in his hat, so it's back to the track
And I'm feeling like a Mack with a big dank sack
Bill Clinton told a story, but it was a fairy tale
I only did it once, but I didn't inhale
And then his mind went blank, and now the words out
He puffing back green bud direct from [Eb] Humboldt County
Man, he crossed the smoke, it's just a [Ebm] dedication
Stumbled a whole lot, it's about self-mitigation
He's up and down the pipe, and stopped three bases
It's such a bit of story, let me hear you give it a listen
Cause I rip, sit, and twist it, then I take a hit
And I smoke it to the head like it was a cigarette
When it comes to puffing blunts, I'm a 12 year vape
And I wasn't 10 yet, when I took my first date
I was headed out the house, off to school one day
And guess what I found in my dad's ashtray
It was not a half a coin stuck in a rosebud
So I made like pot, put it up to my lips
And flick with the beak, and I'm off on [B] a trip
And I was tripping
And I'm feeling like a Mack with a [C] big dank sack
Bill Clinton told a story, [Ebm] but it's back to the track
I only did it once, and my head felt light
Then my eyes got red, and they closed up tight
And I felt kinda weird, but I felt alright
So I took another hit later on that night
Now there's only three things in life that I [Eb] need
Money, sex, sex, and a whole lot of [B] weed
Giving props to my [Ebm] pops, and he gets much love
Two piece from the crew, this bus for [B] you
So I'm outie, I'm ghost, in other words, gone
But the beat goes
Gone, [Eb] gone, gone
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot
Roll up my pants, watch [Ab] out for the red
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot
Roll up my pants, watch out for the red
I wanna get on it, hop [Abm] it a lot
I [Ebm] wanna get, I wanna get
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot
Roll up my pants, _ _ watch out for the red
[Ab] As [B] I flip the script with a joint on my lip
And a [Ebm] few honey drips with a grip on my dick
Got me singing like a singer, I'm swinging like a singer
It's a GDF style, so put up your middle [B] finger
The crowd nine vibes, that's enough, like a ring
It's good and fat, joints on my inside, pong it
Every other brother's giving props to me
Because my vibe is alive in the industry
Cypress Hills and the house of black crows
On a tune, man, I pop the fat, back with the red, hot, bud green
Legalize, help, understand what I mean
It's a stupid [Ab] kid on a down-bow [Eb] road
With the DGF [Ebm] style, because the boys got the [B] balls
And I smoke a fast blitz, man, I lounge on my jaws
It's a pop hit anthem, so go for yours
And like the black sheep said, yo, the choice is yours
I'm on a psychedelic [Ebm] trip, and it ain't no joke
So take another hit, many clouds of smoke
Roll up my pants, _ watch out for the red
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot
Roll up my pants, _ watch out for the red
I wanna get, _ _ _ I wanna get
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] Roll up my pants, watch out for the red _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I wanna get [Eb] on it, hop _ _ [Ebm] it a lot
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot
_ _ _ I wanna get on it, hop it a [B] lot
I wanna get, I wanna get
I wanna get on it, hop it a lot _ _ _ _ _
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