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"Do you what's green?"

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

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

Said I know I'm flippin' the last one G my laces are tied
So you can't 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 did the trick
She it so I guess I must have rocked the clit

like a man and I loved 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
sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked

Can't buy it with 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 won't a bowl of food
I a fuck, just don't 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 both 'Be Illin''
I smoked that blunt for last three hundred dollar billin'

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

Put the spliff to my lips, the Bic and it's on hit
Coulda been my last blunt but I quit
then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin' real shit
Squeezin' me than you gotta squeeze a cow's tit
But on the tip I know I gotta 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 can't take no more, no future in my
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men roll
why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point

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

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

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

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

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

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 rumor Boots is hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be tonight the only type of hit in sight
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, it to her