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"Do you know green?"

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

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

Said I know I'm since the last one G my laces are tied
So you trip with me, I remember 1988 December
said, "Puff on this before you go up in her"
So I did it and I it must have did the trick
She enjoyed it so I guess I must rocked the clit

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

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

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

And I'm willing to admit that when I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take a toke I'd be leadin' a revolt
So I make a note and to my frustration
I decide I can't do shit the situation

Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and on hit
Coulda been my last blunt but I can't
'Cause then I have to deal with, some real shit
Squeezin' me than you gotta 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 spit 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 to this point

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

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

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

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

So what the they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental
There's no when I'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions government made afflictions and I an addiction
a big contradiction so I must confront it
Cause no revolution gonna come from a blunt

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

My partner's cousin's got killed by a shooter
I'm depressed so there's a rumor 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