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"Do you know green?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But shit I'm hockin' spit like I thought it was somethin'
My throat can't no more, no future in my frontin'
But it's rough when you grow up and the 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 takes a while for 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 eyes don't the red haze

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

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

So don't duck the situation 'cause I 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 junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some it's mental constipation
There's no hesitation when I'm bout political friction
Stoppin evictions made afflictions and I have an addiction
That's a big contradiction so I must it
ain't no revolution gonna come from a blunt

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

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