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[sound of taking a hit, coughing, hacking and phlegm] {Kermit the Frog] You know what's green? [Pam samples Cypress Hill] Puff, puffin, puffin, puff, puffin Puffin' on a blunt Last night I puffed on my last blunt Damn that was a stupid stunt 'Cause I done said that ten times befo' That when my life has come to a crescendo Letras de cancionesI will let that endo go But I'm still kissin' it like I'm under the mistletoe So here we go, I'm walkin' with a steady swagger Speakin with a st steady stagger Preachin' with a souther drawl that sounds like Jimmy Swaggart Cough them flavored 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 befo' ya go up in her" So I did it and I guess it musta did the trick She enjoyed so I guess musta rived the clit Felt like a man and I left her with an ego strip 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 with plastic, so I'm off to drain the vein for days I get complaints, 'cause the neighbors say my house stank Call myself a saint, 'cause I wont' touch the bowl of boom I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes This afternoon, 'cause I could find a job anytime Step off my behind, i'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind Run DMC, AT&T yo, they both be illin' I smoked that blunt for last moths three hundred dollar billin' And I'm willin' 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 tit But on the flip tip, I know I gotta get a grip Even though in high school I used to be hip [coughing] But shit, I'm hockin' spit like I thought it was worth somethin' My throat can't take no mo' No future in my frontin' But it's rough when you grow up, in 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 lackadaisical It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow But I'm an old bro' I done past two decades I'm wearin' shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze caused by my yung causes daze like Frankie Beverly Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches and no safety pins Now I'm pennin' rhymes about getting on the wagon And I get skittish when I think about how the British put the opium in Asia Fat one to the tactic gankin' black folks while they haze ya If your gettin' perved your gettin' served this economic Like the gin and tonic Brothers get moronic From they chronic bionic And it's ironic 'Cause we're not gettin' fucked up we're just gettin' fucked Shit outta luck and we're stuck with our mind in a muck So don't duck the situation, 'cause I used to smoke fat Taylors 'Til I figured out that the ganja was a jailer Waita minute while I get up in a funky situation The Coup is coming through and there's no hallucination So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation And if ya smoke a sack, take some Ex-lax, it's mental constipation There's no hesitation when I'm talkin' about political friction Stoppin evictions Government made afflictions And I have an addiction That's a big contradiction So I must confront it There ain't no revolution goin' come from a blunt Put the blunt down, Ooooh Put the blunt down, Ooh, Ooooh My parna's uncle's cousin got killed by a shooter I'm depressed, there's a rumor, Boots is gonna hit the buddha Mary jane will be alone tonight The only type of hit in sight comes from Pam the Funkstress Give it to her [scratches and samples] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania