George Clinton - Fo' Yo Sorrows lyrics

[Intro: George Clinton] This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on It's the sh**, plenty blunt junkies have been known to croak From less than a toke cause it's da bomb [Hook: Sam Chris] For those who think life is unfair Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows [Verse 1: Big Boi] Daddy Fat Sax back on the scene Went and shot two or three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believe Back to the rhymin, back to the spit Back to the high hats kick snare Y'all n***as dare to think that was it, we everywhere (b*atch!) Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck in the web we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change your steeze, take the lead Change the speed, slow it down just for the sport n***a, one of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort [Verse 2: Too $hort] Now everybody wanna sell dope (sell dope) Got a P, got a pound, got some hope (nope) Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On the rope, back in 1984 (84') b*atch! [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Boi] Just to let you know that everything is straight I say "stank you very much" cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you f**ing with a great Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*} k** yo'self, like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and may be needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth reading magazines? Cause they used to a fantasy, and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction addiction cause the truth is a heavy thing Remember when the levees screamed, made the folks evacuees Yeah, I'm still speakin about it cause New Orleans ain't clean When we shouting "Dirty South", I don't think that is what we mean I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds B-I-G, B-O-I, n***a please [Hook] [Bridge: George Clinton] Don't want no girlfriend Just need my dope (I just need my dope) Won't front on the world when I'm behind in my smoke (I'm behind in my smoke) On the back burner, you can just simmer around But on the front burner, you better burn, a fat one (Roll it up-fire that sh** up) A fat one, a fat, fat, fat one [Outro: George Clinton] This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on It's the sh**, plenty of blunt junkies have been known to croak On less than a toke of cause it's the bomb Bombarding the brain, a bong instant replays the place to come Came and went, time well spent Take another huff and puff And choke and toke on icky, stinky, sticky Stuff a bowl and pack a pipe, twist a blunt, roll and light a joint Cause this is the dope on dope Some good sh**, yeah Lean back and puff slow