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"Do you know green?"

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

So we go I'm workin' with the steady swagger
Speakin' a stunt, steady stagger preachin' with 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 can't trip with me, I remember December
said, "Puff on this before 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 indo
Don't know why, 'cause I couldn't even my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm always gettin' but it's drastic
'Cause sometimes that can help you get your ass kicked

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

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

And I'm willing to admit when provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't a toke I'd be leadin' 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, flick the Bic and on hit
Coulda my last blunt but I can't quit
'Cause then I 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
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 in my frontin'
But rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this

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

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

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

So don't the situation 'cause I used to smoke fat Taylors
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 they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's constipation
There's no hesitation I'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions government made afflictions and I an addiction
a big contradiction so I must confront it
Cause ain't no revolution come from a blunt

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

My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a
I'm depressed so a rumor 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