Watkin Tudor Jones Jr. - Puff The Magik lyrics

[Intro] Voice 1: gee, it sure is hot today, i'm parched How about some lemonade? Voice 2: yes that would be great 2 please.. Child: pineapples anyone? Voice 1: oh wow! look Enemies: yeah we'll have some of those! hehe (inaudible grunts) Child: hey what about my money? Enemies: sure here's your money! (spits) Child: hey! (slaps) Enemies: get outta here! Voice: hey why did you do that to that kid? Enemies: why wanna make something about it? hmm, lets fight! *various kung fu noises [Verse 1- Watkin Tudor Jones] OK lets quit with the flexin' I'm asking Hows about kickin and relaxing? I'm done with the construction Filled with that concoction Say what the hell and k** a few braincells And its swell cos just as well I'm in the mood to hit the tube filled to the brim with doob That be sending us to never never land I never ever had a spliff that i couldn't handle The vandal, lit it with my candle Getting pretty mangled With the boys in my seven leafed poison And then i pause and feel the effects of Hiiiiigh My name is Watkin What could be better than this B? I'm feelin doobie doobie doobie... [Hook:] Just puff the magic and drag-on [Verse 2- Brendon La Roux] Just call me the baker man cos i bake all day Pa** it to the left and then it comes back my way Then i swayyy but i you i never stumble Cos B is back and i don't mean no bumble I mean the baking B, i'm on the one that's on the rise Baking that sh** til i get the chinese eyes Like Popeye needs spinach, i need my weed Remove that seed and i'm ready indeed So jump on that bus like Reeves and speed Cos every man has one basic need (aha!) So let's use that seed like the good lord instructed Don't fret about the pigs (oink!) cos they all corrupted And i once i get baked, baked like a cake I'm just like a king, and that's when i sing.. [Hook] [Verse 3- Watkin Tudor Jones] Its just one of those that i'm feelin' kinda lazy Time to hit the crazy stuff, that make everything hazy Puff it up i can handle but i'm not bragging I'm puffin' out smoke like puff that magic dragging That sagging, expression on my mug comes by The funky drug that gives me That i don't a f** attitude i'm the dude with the doob And i feel i'm in the mood So back up punk, i wanna jack up! Mr. farm animal with the gun hates it Mr. farm animal f**ing confiscates it And i get nailed for possession, piggy starts stressing Time to learn my lesson But i still.. [Verse 4- Brendon] Puff that magic and then i drag it on STRONG, taking hits like king kong Nothing wrong when i'm blunted to the max jack With those big swazi heads in my backpack Ready to rollll in more ways than one joe Strollin' saggin' draggin' on As puff another puff another weedy And the pigs roll up they looking pretty seedy So i make like speedy and i jet never getting wet From the mad tech that those pigs in blue be packing, macking As if they where the king But they knows who bears the motherf**in' ring, let me sing [Hook] Puff it up, puff it.. [Verse 5-Waddy and Brendon] How can ya hate it?! My pre-fabricated bong that gets all my stress elevated Now you can get a hit from my sh** make the cherry go REDDER, now ya feel better Holding the cold and the spell is been casted Hoo-wheee! now i'm getting blasted.. Pause it, quick i want a hit, give it to me i can feel the magic flowing right thru me.. Now wave ya blunts in the air And puff it up like you just don't care And if you're feelin high like the evergreens everybody say OH YEAH..