Any different people can apply to drop the funkIt's not a country club review board steady talkin junkMany people would have it others go put and grab itSome trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunkI put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbsI am the one who scores the herbWhen we're on the road P-Nut rolls it upThrow me a joint on stage what's upI will tell a cop that I know my fucking rightsAnd we can match wits all night for realHe said if I had nothing to hideThen of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our rideUh, no I'd really rather you didn'tAnd no we don't have guns hiddenWe stood there for a while continue to declineFirmly, I didn't lose my mindI didn't let him break me he's just another humanNot a bit of shame in what we were doin' that dayHe couldn't make us stayWe had our shit togetherIt don't matter whetherWe sport the dread locks or a shaved headOr if we have a sticker from the deadI said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curseLast week I keep an even keel and bow in placeAnd face the music every minuteNever could see my homey comin' till he passedFunky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laughOh by now I'm chill with itBare ass in my face I'm ok but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't"So I proceed to hear him get loose with theFartin' all over my face sometimes my tummyHe fucked with my flow although I thought it funnyI probably wouldn't care if I smoked more kind budBut that wouldn't do me shit cuz then he'd fuck me more upCrazy ill and chillin' rude but I'ze a real cool dudeHe didn't believe the day would come when he would get his topBut then one day right in front of his face I got himHe looked over said "God damn get me some water"The one time I hadn't wasted till I got mineSmeared his nose with my armpit funk slimeSo you get it the picture just how sick we were thenBut before I jet "Hey yo Chad sniff my finger man"I can see a lot of people who feel like I doI can see a lot of people who feel like I don'tI go on step lightly even when I'm heavyHigh jump the slump open up fot eh Revy Horton HeatSweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was sayingI know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripeWith the way I get highGraffix bong sing along with a cry of aMandatory sentence for a crime with no victimWhen everyone knows jail terms should be picked inOrder of the pain that they causeDo what thou wilt shall be the whole of the lawUntil you violate the rights of anotherRespect the space of your sister and your brotherThe war on drugs may be well intentionedBut it falls fucking flat when you stop and mentionThe overcrowded prisons where a rapists gets paroledTo make room for a dude who has soldA pound of weed to me that's a crimeHere's to good people doin time y'allthat is all
1/15/2010 11:26:21 AM
JAMMIN ON THE ONE TWO BUM BUM
1/15/2010 11:26:55 AM
do not lie
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