Offbeat Bare-Ass

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 out and grab it Some trip over toots and say f**k 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 f**king 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 man No uh, I'd really rather you didn't and no we don't have guns hidden We stood there for a while I continue to decline Firm, 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 dreadlocks or the 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 pa*sed Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh Oh by now I'm chill with it bare-a*s in my face I'm okay 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 f**ked 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 'cause then he'd f**k 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 too 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" Oh that's right baby 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 slumps open up for the 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 everybody knows jail terms should be picked in Order of the pain that they 'cause Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the laws 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 f**king 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-a*s yeah Bare-a*s yeah Bare-a*s yeah Bare-a*s yeah