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    Chorus: Kyle McDonald
    The taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali

    The taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali

    The taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali

    Verse 1: Kyle McDonald
    Let's take a plane up out to Philly
    We flying outta Dallas
    Somewhere and I need an alias
    Used to land on an empty chalice
    Every land, we gon' play
    An' I getting the weed from Cali
    And rolling it up in Philly
    Smoking weed up all day
    We never seem to complain, really
    And I really need to hear it
    It a Kryptonite and don't you know
    And we would not get near
    No ordinary sensimilla
    And the only thing they wanted
    When the kryptonite is gone
    We started smoking supersonic
    If you got money to pay
    Better put your money on it
    A passion that go on and on and on and on
    And a sight you never believe
    What I'm smoking is 'semillia
    No explanation needed
    When I'm high, I don't conceal it
    Everything is okay

    Chorus: Kyle McDonald
    This joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali

    Verse 2: Kyle McDonald
    Smoked up all my weed from Philly
    And everything from Cali
    I'm all up in them palm trees
    Smoking a pound of Maui-Wowie
    Pakalolo, grade A
    We go to the Caribbean
    Deliver it up by the sea
    Ya know connections get paid
    Different strap for every season
    If you really need a reason
    We'd like the Kryptonite and an open red bull, lightin' b's
    More than ounce or two of chronic
    In the end it's what we needed
    No artificial type, pretender cut
    Oh no, man, we'd say, "come and let the music play"
    Full volume, and repeat it
    Perfection that go on and on and on and on
    From here or Minnesota
    From there onto Daytona
    We came up in New York
    Now up in Cali, so pro bono
    Everything is okay

    Chorus: Kyle McDonald
    This joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali

    This joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali

    This joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali
    Original, cutting the beat
    And I getting all the weed
    I said, taste of this joint
    We rollin' it up in Philly
    And I gettin' the weed from Cali


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