[Erick Sermon] 
Uh huh 
Yeah 
One two one two 
Smokin blunts 
Mad Dog 20/20 
We gonna get funky 

[Keith Murray] 
I grab the forty rip off the skirt 
Guzzle it grab the mic [bad word] out the woodworks 
When [bad word] s thick and no time to think 
Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct 
I puff a L and drink some liquor 
Sit down and write a jam that receive the [bad word] sticker 
As God as my witness, with the sickness 
of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus 
My perpetual rebel intellectual 
Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either 
I float simply with the canibus setiva 
As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures 
And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures 
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head 
Once said by a Ph.med 
Legalize and I'll advertise, cuz 
 [bad word]  

[Yeah] ("I... get lifted") 
[Roll a Phillie and get] 
[Roll a ziggy and get] ("Fire up this funk") 
[Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up] ("I... get lifted") 
[Roll/Puff the Phillie and get] 
[Roll/Puff the ziggy and get] ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") 

This the real deal not a publicity stunt 
I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts 
But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream 
Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen 
I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire 
Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher 
I've been to college but to be [bad word] frank 
Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think 
I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah 
Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia 
And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't [bad word] 
You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that 
 [bad word]  

Step into this intersection and take this rap 
I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot 
I do this for my niggaz locked [bad word] capers 
Smokin herb, and the bible papers 
But how does it feel when you got no fire? 
And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side 
What the [bad word]  Who the [bad word] wanna [bad word] 
with the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha 
What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus 
And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus 
So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond 
So I can toke it with more wins than a python 
Different Strokes for different folks 
He like the chocolate thai 
you like to float with the green skunky smoke 
Roll up a fat one and pass it around 
Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word 
 [bad word] 2X* 

"Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit? 
He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the [bad word] his name is..."