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"Do you what's green?"

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

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

Said I know I'm flippin' the last one G my laces are tied
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 must have rocked the

Felt a man and I loved her with an indo trip
Don't know why, 'cause I even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm gettin' blasted but it's drastic
sometimes that shit 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 house
myself a saint, 'cause I won't touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney 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 three hundred dollar billin'

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

Put the to my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit
Coulda been my last but I can't quit
then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin' real shit
Squeezin' me tighter than you gotta a cow's tit
But on the flip tip I know I get a grip
Even in high school he used to be hip

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

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

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

Gankin' black folks while they ya, if you're gettin' perved
gettin' served this economic, like the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic the chronic bionic, and it's ironic
'Cause we're not gettin' fucked up, we're 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
'Til I figured out that the was a jailor
Wait a, minute, I get up in a funky 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 it's mental constipation
There's no hesitation when I'm bout political friction
Stoppin evictions government afflictions and I have an addiction
That's a big contradiction so I must it
ain't no revolution gonna come from 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 Boots is gonna hit the Buddha
Mary will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight
Comes Pam the Funkstress, give it to her