QC & Dub - Dub

Headed to the corner store, there's three things that I'm lookin' for
Two things that come from the rack, one thing that comes from a dude out the back
I reach down deep in my jeans, gotta make sure that I brought money
Can't just shove this shit up my sleeve, don't need hassles from the police

All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed

Pay for my stuff, head to the truck, guy with a gun says man stick 'em up
I turn around, say "What the fuck?" He says "Now dude you're shit out of luck
I saw you come from the store, with the three things I was lookin' for"

All he needed was my fuckin' weed
All he needed was my fuckin' weed
All he needed was my fuckin' weed
All he needed was my fuckin' weed

You ready for this? Take your pants off!

All I wanted was my fuckin' weed
All I wanted was my fuckin' weed
All I wanted was my fuckin' weed
All I wanted was my fuckin' weed



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Writer(s): Brian Kostersky
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