*sounds Of Smoking, Coughing, And Choking*



"Do You Know What's Green?"



*DJ Pam Cuts And Scratches Cypress Hill "puffin On A Blunt"*



[Boots]



Last Night I Puffed On My Last Blunt, Damn That Was A Stupid Stunt



Cause I Done Said This Ten Times Befo'



That When My Life Has Come To A Crescendo, I Would Let That Indo Go



But I'm Still Kissin It Like I'm Under The Mistletoe



So Here We Go I'm Mork'in With The Steady Swagger



Speakin With A Stunt, Steady Stagger Preachin With A Southern Drawl



That Sounds Like Jimmy Swaggart Coughed And Played It Off



Said I Know I'm Flippin Since The Last One G My Laces Are Tied



So You Can't Trip With Me, I Remember 1988 December



Someone Said, "Puff On This Before You Go Up In Her"



So I Did It And I Guess It Must Have Did The Trick



She Enjoyed It So I Guess I Must Have Rocked The Clit



Felt Like A Man And I Loved Her With An Indo Trip



Don't Know Why, Cause I Couldn't Even Feel My Dick



Ego Trip Lasted And I'm Always Gettin Blasted But It's Drastic



Cause Sometimes That Shit Can Help You Get Your Ass Kicked



Can't Buy It With Plastic So I'm Off To Drain The Vein For Days



I Get Complaints, Cause The Neighbors Say My House Stink



Call Myself A Saint, Cause I Won't Touch A Bowl Of Food



I Gives A Fuck, Just Don't Interrupt My Looney Tunes



This Afternoon Cause I Can Find A Job Anytime



Step Off My Behind I'm In A Doobie Brothers State Of Mind



Run-D.M.C., AT&T, Yo They Both Be Illin'



I Smoked That Blunt For Last Month's Three Hundred Dollar Billin



And I'm Willing To Admit That When Provoked I Smoke To Cope



But If I Didn't Take A Toke I'd Be Leadin A Street Revolt



So I Make A Mental Note, And To My Frustration



I Decide I Can't Do Shit About The Situation



Put The Spliff To My Lips, Flick The Bic And It's On Hit



Coulda Been My Last Blunt... But I Can't Quit



Cause Then I Have To Deal With, Some Motherfuckin Real Shit



Squeezin Me Tighter Than You Gotta Squeeze A Cow's Tit



But On The Flip Tip I Know I Gotta Get A Grip



Even Though In High School He Used To Be Hip



*coughing*



But Shit I'm Hockin Spit Like I Thought It Was Worth Somethin



My Throat Can't Take No More, No Future In My Frontin



But It's Rough When You Grow Up And The Tough Men Roll Joints



That's Why I Been On The Bench For Marijuana To This Point



But It Don't Faze Me Though I Take It Lacadaisical



It Takes A While For Ways To Grow And Get Out Of The Old Flow



But I'm An Old Bro, I Done Passed Two Decades



I'm Wearin Shades So My Eyes Don't Reveal The Red Haze



Caused By My Yung, Cause Days Like Frankie Beverly



Amazin Em Back It's Tried Again, No Roaches And No Safety Pins



Now I'm Pennin Rhymes About Gettin On The Wagon



And I Get Skittish When I Think Of How The British



Put The Opium In Asia, Fat One To That Tactic



Gankin Black Folks While They Daze Ya, If You're Getti