*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*
Do you know what`s green?
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill puffin on a blunt*
[Boots]
Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt
cause I done said this ten times befo`
that when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo go
but I`m still kissin it like I`m under the mistletoe
So here we go I`m Mork`in with the steady swagger
speakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a Southern drawl
that sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off
Said I know I`m flippin since the last one G my laces are tied
so you can`t trip with me, I remember 1988 December
Someone said, Puff on this before you go up in her
So I did it and I guess it must have did the trick
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the clit
Felt like a man and I loved her with an indo trip
Don`t know why, cause I couldn`t even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I`m always gettin blasted but it`s drastic
cause 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 days
I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, cause I won`t touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just don`t interrupt my Looney Tunes
this afternoon cause I can find a job anytime
Step off my behind I`m in a Doobie Brothers state of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin`
I smoked that blunt for last month`s three hundred dollar billin
And I`m willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope
but if I didn`t take a toke I`d be leadin a street revolt
So I make a mental note, and to my frustration
I decide I can`t do shit about the situation
Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and it`s on hit
Coulda been my last blunt... but I can`t quit
cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit
Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow`s tit
But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a grip
even though in high school he used to be hip
*coughing*
But shit I`m hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin
My throat can`t take no more, no future in my frontin
But it`s rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints
That`s why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point
But it don`t faze me though I take it lacadaisical
It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow
But I`m an old bro, I done passed two decades
I`m wearin shades so my eyes don`t reveal the red haze
caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly
Amazin em back it`s tried again, no roaches and no safety pins
Now I`m pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagon
and I get skittish when I think of how the British
put the opium in Asia, fat one to that tactic
Gankin black folks while they daze ya, if you`re gettin perved
you`re gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it`s ironic
cause we`re not gettin fucked up, we`re just gettin FUCKED
Shit out of luck and we`re stuck with our mind in a muck
So don`t duck the situation cause I used to smoke fat Taylors
til I figured out that the ganjah was a jailor
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situation
The Coup is coming through, and there`s no hallucination
So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it`s mental constipation
there`s no hesitation when I`m talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions
Government made afflictions and I have an addiction
that`s a big contradiction so I must confront it
Cause ain`t no revolution gonna come from a blunt
*singers sing Put the blunt down, oooh-ooh! 2X*
My partner`s cousin`s uncle got killed by a shooter
I`m depressed so there`s a rumor Boots is gonna hit the buddah
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight
comes from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches blunt*
