De La Soul - Weed #3 - Black Thought lyrics

[announcer] And you thought ghost weed was only for the thugs? Hey hoe! (what?) yeaaaaah you hoe! (oh yeah me true true) You can be down too! ***** Yo yo, whatever to that I got this thought sh** right here yo, black thought I got that sh** down pat Check hold on hold on let me hit that {*inhales*} (ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that thought sh** yo, yo bust it bust it Bout to freak that sh** ***** [black thought] Check me out yo, yo, check it out Uhh, as we descend upon the city of schemes See the image fadin into view from a black screen A frail grandmother pack a heavy mac-teen We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things .. .. bloody denim scuff knuckle and things s**er-punchin fake rappers forcin me to take it to the extreme Oh you real son well whattayou mean? How you real when you hustlin dreams? How you feel like you f**in with me? Now burn the 5th militia flame-thrower The mic soldier, takin things over You're not sober, consider thinking things over, relax We bout to spit it all over the track, yo ***** What can't have any girl doin black thought (ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Don't even listen to him, don't sweat it Word yo! [announcer] Ghost weed, it's not like wow, it's like whoa! [disclaimer] Ghost weed has been brought to you by whack tobacc' incorporated A subsidiary of move your a** products Remember when using ghost weed Be sure to apply the puff-puff-pa** or brain damage may occur Results of our product do not include platinum plaques Void were prohibited