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, Wow-wee



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? *many Shouts*



Which One Do You Go To? *many Shouts*



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 Han