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"Do you what's green?"

Last night I puffed on my last blunt, that was a stupid stunt
'Cause I done this ten times befo'
That when my 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 workin' the steady 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 flippin' since the last one G my are tied
So you can't trip with me, I remember 1988
Someone said, "Puff on this you go up in her"
So I did it and I guess it must have did the
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the

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

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

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 both 'Be
I smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred billin'

And I'm willing to admit that provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take a toke I'd be leadin' a street
So I a mental note and to my frustration
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 to deal with, some motherfuckin' real shit
Squeezin' me tighter you gotta squeeze a cow's tit
But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a
though in high school he used to be hip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My cousin'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 tonight the type of hit in sight
Comes Pam the Funkstress, give it to her