Still walkin down the streets
with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark
New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl
Kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you
underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly
picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt?
Aiyyo how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit
like how you roll a cunt
Now, I smoke the Maui, Waui
Then I'll be back for me,
I'm Sure, like Al B.
Go Uptown, smoke quarter
- pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the
spot with the Bom- Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke
with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block
, two- oh's the number
Who can get swift with the
microphone mist
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off
just like that club record
Hit it from the back,
stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt,
no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller,
creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell
her, like this y'all
There's a million and one blunt
spots all over the world
That got good herb for all
you boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to
I'm packin' buddha by the pounds
and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't know your
nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip
the track butt- naked
Catch the Local to the A to
the buddha to my vocals
And I, set the world on fire
Get a billion people higher,
from just one blunt in my cypher
You swore to God you was
mixed in bom- ba- zee
The rhymer Bombs Squads and
MC's like Hank Shocklee
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
From fifteen to fifty- fifth
I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock,
I light a blunt for my nigga D
That's doin' three pack,
now where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause
my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, I'm rough like
McGruff on dust
There's a million and one
blunt spots in America
Now just throw your blunts up
in the motherfuckin' air
Smoked out with niggas from
North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms
to synonyms
'Cause I got soul like James
Brown and Rakim 'n 'em
One of the America's
Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht and
Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees,
smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat,
to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
I showed the women how
to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work,
because they Lee nails got longer
But the weed is good for when
you're mackin'
And girls can front it off like
they don't know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her,
back, nick that motherfucker
So check!
My stamina,
your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like
Godzill did Gamera
Props on blocks smokin
the choc and what- nots
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops