Figured out long time ago
Nothing s as it seems don t you know
Go underground if you want the scoop
Cuz the population s out the loop

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-Loc got a caddyI got a V-Dub van
X Daddy rolled a fattyasked him What s the plan?
He took a hitblew out his rip
And said Let s plant the land

Yeah I smoke some weedjust a little somethin somethin
Don t hate me because I got the country buzzin
Leave cats shockedyou know the crowd be jumpin
On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion
My real name s DustinI spit these customs
AKA D-LocE-Loc s little cousin
Don t be madbe gladtell your dad
Cuz I be spittin rhymes you never knew I even had
(??) (into the store?)double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a ponyI called him shorty
He started twitchinfingers clickin
While he s bitchinand I snapped
I had a visionI was leading in the useless race
I had the pole positionno but kiddin
And I didn t make that mess up in your kitchen
I was dishin out some sacksand me and Locwell we were fishin
I keep wishin that you d ease on up and quit it with your trippin
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin

Let s face factschips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick backpimp caddilacs
Smoke off poundsflip dime sacks

Think you can out smoke mewell I m calling you a liar
Cuz my bowlI set it on fire
I m on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB
Got ten different types of weedabout a pound of each
No leavesthey re clipped clean
But the few they hit the bing
Then my phone ringsmy boy askin what he need to bring
I said some coligreensome kalesome potand some ale
And that freak we met last nightI think her name was uh...Michelle
Ah what the helljust put out the word
Any hottie with the nerveRichter said that he will serve

Graduated high school back in 95started writin rhymes
Laid lowI m hard to find
A kid like meno lessI m kinda fresh
Discovered the weedtook a hit and got blessed
I m not the bestjust flexed on the next
Daddy X plan a textsimply not complexed
I ll give it all I gotput the game to a test
Keep writin rhymes and forget about the rest

Let s face factschips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick backpimp caddilacs
Smoke off poundsflip dime sacks

Ooh damnthere he goes again
Throwin his cigarettes out the window
Blowin fog with logssticky indo
You know it comes a dime a dozen
Flow like Snooplay it back in the cut and
WooI think I ll pass on the brew
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew
The big bad assyou know who

WellI really can t tell if there s a difference anymore
Goin up or goin downwhere s the elevator door?
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
Black Flag s in my speakers blarin Gimme some more
Nowadays I stay blazeda hundred waysmy brain s crazed
Gone like those punk daysI m stackin chips like FritoLays
I ve been to that placefast carscheap thrills
Funny looking pillsmillion dollar deals
Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hillsfor real
I don t be speakin no mythsraised on punk rock riffs
Smokin spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your crew s talking about What if...? s

Let s face factschips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick backpimp caddilacs
Smoke off poundsflip dime sacks

All this talk of gettin blazedreminds me of reggae Sundays
Lazy dread and sweaters bustthe Crenshaw District lord was a must
Burnin spliffs to tell (??)hittin little Jamaica s rockin record shops
(??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones(??)
All this talk of gettin blazedreminds me of punk rock ways
Babylon could never rock our boatall I need (??)
That s what s really goin onlife s too short to be a victim
If you don t like what you gotrespond
When time has come to make a movedown to you to come up and prove
It s time to make a changeso chose

Let s face factschips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick backpimp caddilacs
Smoke off poundsflip dime sacks

Ganja business controls America

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