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"Do you what's green?"

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

So here we go I'm workin' with the steady
with a stunt, steady stagger preachin' with a southern drawl
That like Jimmy Swaggart 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 have did the
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have the clit

Felt a man and I loved her with an indo trip
Don't why, 'cause I couldn't even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm always blasted but it's drastic
'Cause sometimes that 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, the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, I won't touch a bowl of food
I a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes this afternoon

'Cause I can find a job
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both 'Be
I smoked that blunt for last month's three 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 a mental note 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
been my last blunt but I can't quit
'Cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin' real
Squeezin' me 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 it was worth somethin'
My throat can't take no more, no in my frontin'
But it's rough 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 passed two
I'm wearin' shades so my 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 safety
Now I'm pennin' about gettin' on the wagon
And I get skittish when I 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 gettin' served this economic, the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it's
'Cause we're not gettin' fucked up, we're just gettin'
Shit out of luck and stuck with our mind in a muck

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

So what the fuck say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental
There's no hesitation when I'm bout political friction
Stoppin evictions government made afflictions and I have an
That's a big contradiction so I confront it
Cause ain't no revolution gonna 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 there's a rumor Boots is gonna hit the
Mary Jane will be tonight the only type of hit in sight
Comes Pam the Funkstress, give it to her