 One, two, Booya.
I smoke two joints in the morning, but I never can get it right.
If I can't find the bong, I look where I hid it last night.
If I hid it by my posse, his name was Jim, he is this hippy from Capistrano.
And everywhere he go yes he brings me those sins, and if you want to party say it goes like this.
He say I got a little mushroom to eat, I'll be back. And if I wanna smoke it you will make me feel alright.
We gotta, but you know, you smoke that shit, your gonna rhyme... on time.
Your gonna line up and wait for shit, all you do is get sick of it.
I get back down, I wanna know whats up. Jimmy why you gotta do that shit so fucked.
I get his blood in my eye, stings in my brain, Lot of things, like its not insane.
...If i smoke rock it make me feel alright. I got the green herbs, kicking by my bed and in the morning gonna go to my head. If i start to feel like I'm bent, you know what, i really feel, I feel like i got my head to the curb, unless I got a little bitty bag of herb. And if I got the green gonna make a scene, I'm gonna smoke it all over...
Jimmy he once told me, you gotta be hard smoking man.
Jimmy he once told me, smoke as much green bud as you can.
Then one day I met a man who came to me and said I work good, and I work fine, but never trust a dead head.
Nana once told me, be hard working man.
Daddy he once told me ima do the best you can.
Then one day I met a man who came to me and said.
I work good, and I work fine, first take care of head.
Purple's in my brain, hey, purple's into my brain.
I'll go do those thing to my brain, I said do you wanna go insane...
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