[erick sermon]
Uh-huh
Yeah
One two, one two
Smokin blunts
Mad dog 20/20
We gonna get funky
[keith murray]
I grab the forty rip off the skirt
Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks
When sh**'s thick and no time to think
Keith murray gets busy off a basic instinct
I puff a l and drink some liquor
Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhf**in sticker
As god as my witness, with the sickness
Of a cannibalist cannibus i floats like a cumulus
My perpetual rebel intellectual
Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
I float simply with the canibus setiva
As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
And graphic opponents like pica**o paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a ph.d med
Legalize and i'll advertise, cuz
*chorus*
[yeah] ("i... get lifted")
[roll a phillie and get]
[roll a ziggy and get] ("fire up this funk")
[yeah, like that y'all/yeah word up] ("i... get lifted")
[roll/puff the phillie and get]
[roll/puff the ziggy and get] ("fire up this funk, fire up this funk")
This the real deal not a publicity stunt
I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts
But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
I've been to college but to be truthfully frank
Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
I pick anatomy and hem reality like jah
Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
And the seeds it gets me high to fly, i ain't bullsh**tin
You can ask bill clinton, he could verify that
*chorus*
Step into this intersection and take this rap
I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot
I do this for my n***az locked down runnin capers
Smokin herb, and the bible papers
But how does it feel when you got no fire?
And kyant pa** fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
What the f**? who the f** wanna f**
With the six shot shooter, i murder you over buddha
What i discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus
And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus
So kid, pa** that bomb trom word bond
So i can toke it with more wins than a python
Different strokes for different folks
He like the chocolate thai
You like to float with the green skunky smoke
Roll up a fat one and pa** it around
Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word
*chorus 2x*
"yo man, what's that guy's name, the green eyed bandit?
He worked with redman, redman, whatever the f** his name is..."