Music: Sexton, Hexum, Wills; Lyrics: Hexum, Martinez
Any different people can apply to drop the funk It's not a country
club review board steady talkin junk Many people would have it
others go put and grab it Some trip over toots and say fuck it
I'm sunk I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs
I am the one who scores the herb When we're on the road P-Nut
rolls it up Throw me a joint on stage what's up I will tell a
cop that I know my fucking rights And we can match wits all night
for real He said if I had nothing to hide Then of course I wouldn't
mind if he looked through our ride Uh, no I'd really rather you
didn't And no we don't have guns hidden We stood there for a while
continue to decline Firmly, I didn't lose my mind I didn't let
him break me he's just another human Not a bit of shame in what
we were doin' that day He couldn't make us stay We had our shit
together It don't matter whether We sport the dread locks or a
shaved head Or if we have a sticker from the dead I said a better
verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse Last week I keep an
even keel and bow in place And face the music every minute Never
could see my homey comin' till he passed Funky gas by my way all
the day I couldn't laugh Oh by now I'm chill with it Bare ass
in my face I'm ok but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't"
So I proceed to hear him get loose with the Fartin' all over my
face sometimes my tummy He fucked with my flow although I thought
it funny I probably wouldn't care if I smoked more kind bud But
that wouldn't do me shit cuz then he'd fuck me more up Crazy ill
and chillin' rude but I'ze a real cool dude He didn't believe
the day would come when he would get his top But then one day
right in front of his face I got him He looked over said "God
damn get me some water" The one time I hadn't wasted till
I got mine Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime So you get
it the picture just how sick we were then But before I jet "Hey
yo Chad sniff my finger man" I can see a lot of people who
feel like I do I can see a lot of people who feel like I don't
I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy High jump the slump open
up fot eh Revy Horton Heat Sweet what am I displayin' forgot what
I was saying I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe With
the way I get high Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a Mandatory
sentence for a crime with no victim When everyone knows jail terms
should be picked in Order of the pain that they cause Do what
thou wilt shall be the whole of the law Until you violate the
rights of another Respect the space of your sister and your brother
The war on drugs may be well intentioned But it falls fucking
flat when you stop and mention The overcrowded prisons where a
rapists gets paroled To make room for a dude who has sold A pound
of weed to me that's a crime Here's to good people doin time y'all
Bare Ass Yeah x4