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"Do you know 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 I'm under the mistletoe

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

Said I know I'm since the last one G my laces are tied
So you can't trip with me, I remember December
Someone said, "Puff on this you go up in her"
So I did it and I guess it must have did the
She enjoyed it so I I must have rocked the clit

Felt like a man and I loved her an indo trip
Don't know why, 'cause I even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm always gettin' blasted but drastic
'Cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass

Can't buy it with plastic so I'm off to drain the vein for
I get complaints, 'cause the say my house stink
myself a saint, 'cause 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 Brothers 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 admit that provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take a I'd be leadin' a street revolt
So I make a mental note and to my
I decide I can't do shit the situation

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

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

But it don't 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 wearin' so my eyes don't reveal the red haze

Caused by my yung, 'cause days like Beverly
Amazin' 'em back it's tried again, no roaches and no pins
Now I'm pennin' about gettin' on the wagon
And I get when 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 served this economic, like the gin and tonic
get moronic 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 to smoke fat Taylors
'Til I figured out that the Ganjah was a
Wait a, minute, I get up in a funky situation
The is coming through, and there's no hallucination

So what the fuck they say that junk is for meditation
If you smoke a sack, some Ex-Lax it's mental constipation
no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions made afflictions and I have an addiction
That's a big so I must confront it
Cause ain't no revolution gonna 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 Jane will be alone tonight the type of hit in sight
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, it to her