Any
different people can apply to drop the funk
It's not a country club review board
steady talkin junk
Many people would have it others
go put and grab it
Some trip over roots and say fuck it I'm sunk
I put it in a limerick and kick the slick
nick verbs (hey)
I am the one who scores
the herb
When we're on the road
P-Nut rolls rolls it up
Throw me a joint on stage, what's up
I will tell a cop that I
know my fucking rights
And we can match wits all night for real
He said if I had nothing to hide
Then of course I wouldn't mind if
he looked through our ride
Man, no, uh, I'd really rather you didn't
And no we don't have guns hidden
We stood there for a while
continue to decline
Firmly, I didn't lose my mind
I didn't let him break me he's
just another hu man
Not a bit of shame in what
we were doin' that day
He couldn't make us stay
We had our shit together it
don't matter whether
We sport the dread locks or a shaved head
Or if we have a sticker from the dead
I said a better verse rehearsed
about the roughneck curse
Last week I keep an even keel
and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Nev er could see my homey
comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all
the day I couldn't laugh
Oh by now I'm chill with
it, bare ass in my face
I'm OK but Chad's
like "Uh-uh no no he isn't"
So I proceed to hear him get
loose with the
Fartin' all over my face
sometimes my tummy
He fucked with my flow
although I thought it funny
I probably wouldn't care if I
smoked more kind bud
But that wouldn't do me shit 'cause
then he'd fuck me more up
Crazy ill and chillin' rude but I'ze
a real cool dude
He didn't believe the day would come
When he would get his too
But then one day right in
front of his face I got him
He looked over said "God damn
get me some water"
The one time I hadn't wasted
till I got mine
Smeared his nose with my
armpit funk slime
So you get it the picture just
how sick we were then
But before I jet "Hey yo
Chad sniff my finger man"
I
can see
a lot of people who feel like I do
I can see a lot of people
who feel like I don't
I go on step lightly even
when I'm heavy
High jump the slump open up
fot the Revy Horton Heat
Sweet what am I displayin'
forgot what I was saying
I know I must be laying
a pipe you got a gripe
With the way I get high Graffix bong
sing along with a cry of a
Mandatory sen tence for a crime
with no victim
When everyone knows jail terms
should be picked in
Order of the pain that they cause
(youknow)
Do what thou wilt shall
be the whole of the law
Until you violate the rights of an other
Respect the space of your
sister and your brother
The war on drugs may be
well intentioned
But it falls fucking flat when you
stop and mention
The over crowded prisons
where a rapists gets paroled
To make room for a dude
who has sold
A pound of weed to
me that's a crime
Here's to good people doin' time
Bare ass, yeah, bare ass, yeah
Bare ass, yeah, bare ass, yeah