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"Do you know green?"

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

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

I know I'm flippin' since the last one G my laces are tied
So you trip with me, I remember 1988 December
Someone said, "Puff on this 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 like a man and I loved her with an trip
know why, 'cause I couldn't even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm gettin' blasted but it's drastic
'Cause sometimes that shit can you get your ass kicked

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

'Cause I can 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 that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin'

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

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

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

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

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

So don't duck the situation 'cause I to smoke fat Taylors
'Til I figured out that the was a jailor
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a 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 Ex-Lax it's mental
There's no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political
Stoppin evictions government made and I have an addiction
That's a big contradiction so I confront it
Cause ain't no revolution 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 a rumor Boots is gonna hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only of hit in sight
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, it to her