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"Do you what's green?"

Last night I on my last 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 kissin' it like I'm under the mistletoe

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

Said I know I'm flippin' since the last one G my laces are
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 guess it must have did the
She enjoyed it so I guess I have rocked the clit

Felt like a man and I her with an indo trip
Don't know why, 'cause I couldn't even my dick
Ego trip and I'm always gettin' blasted but it's drastic
'Cause sometimes 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 a saint, 'cause I won't touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just interrupt my Looney Tunes this afternoon

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

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

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 gotta squeeze a tit
But on the flip tip I know I get a grip
though in high school he used to be hip

But shit I'm hockin' spit I thought it was worth somethin'
My throat can't take no more, no in my frontin'
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men joints
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this

But it faze 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 shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze

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

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

So duck the situation '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 no hallucination

So what the fuck they say junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental
There's no hesitation I'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions government made afflictions and I an addiction
That's a big contradiction so I must it
Cause ain't no revolution gonna come 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 rumor Boots is hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be tonight the only type of hit in sight
from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her