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"Do you what's green?"

Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid
I done said this ten times befo'
That when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let indo go
But I'm still it like I'm under the mistletoe

So we go I'm workin' with the steady swagger
Speakin' a stunt, steady stagger preachin' with a southern drawl
That like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off

Said I know I'm flippin' since the one G my laces are tied
So you can't trip me, I remember 1988 December
Someone said, "Puff on this you go up in her"
So I did it and I guess it have did the trick
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have the clit

like a man and I loved her with an indo trip
Don't know why, 'cause I even feel my dick
Ego lasted and I'm always gettin' blasted but it's drastic
sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked

Can't buy it with plastic so I'm off to drain the for days
I get complaints, the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, 'cause I won't a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes afternoon

'Cause I can find a job
off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both 'Be
I smoked that for last month's three hundred dollar billin'

And I'm willing to admit that when provoked I to cope
But if I didn't take a I'd be leadin' a street revolt
So I make a mental note and to my
I decide I can't do shit about the

Put the spliff to my lips, the Bic and it's on hit
Coulda been my last blunt but I can't
'Cause then I have to deal with, motherfuckin' real shit
Squeezin' me tighter than you squeeze a cow's tit
But on the flip tip I know I get a grip
Even though in high school he to be hip

But shit I'm hockin' like I thought it was worth somethin'
My throat take no more, no future in my frontin'
But rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to point

But it don't me though I take it lackadaisical
It takes a for ways to grow and get out of the old flow
But I'm an old bro, I passed two decades
I'm wearin' shades so my eyes don't the red haze

by my yung, 'cause days like Frankie Beverly
Amazin' 'em back it's again, no roaches and no safety pins
Now I'm pennin' rhymes gettin' on the wagon
And I get when I think of how the British
Put the in Asia, fat one to that tactic

Gankin' folks while they daze ya, if you're gettin' perved
You're gettin' served this economic, like the gin and
Brothers get moronic from the bionic, and it's ironic
'Cause we're not gettin' fucked up, we're just fucked
Shit out of luck and stuck with our mind in a muck

So don't duck the 'cause I used to smoke fat Taylors
'Til I out that the Ganjah was a jailor
Wait a, minute, I get up in a funky situation
The Coup is coming through, and there's no

So what the fuck they say that is good for meditation
If you a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental constipation
no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions made afflictions and I have an addiction
That's a big contradiction so I confront it
Cause ain't no revolution gonna come from a

Put the down, ooh ooh
Put the down, ooh ooh

My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a
I'm so there's a rumor Boots is gonna hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be tonight the only type of hit in sight
from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her