Slightly Stoopid
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Slightly Stoopid
Slightly Stoopid
Slightly Stoopid
Slightly Stoopid
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Slightly Stoopid & G. Love (USA)
Slightly Stoopid
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Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh
All of my people gettin' down right here, we original
And nobody that taste
Like a sweeter type of sugar than the rhythm riding bass
And if your gettin' cold
Grab your sweater, or a vest
To the girl upon the horsey
Bring your cowgirl then we say
Yo girl, a giddy-up
Who in the hell care?
People over here
And them one right there
And them ???
I'm lettin' the people stare
You get to load a bowl of smoke and blow it in the air
Now, I'm criminal