One, two, booya!

I smoke two joints in the morning, but I never can get it right

If I can't find the bong, I'll look where I hid it last night

If I hid it from my posse

His name was Jim, he is this hippie from Capistrano

And everywhere he go, yes, he bring me those seeds

And if he wanna party, said, it go like this

He say, "I got a little mushroom. Eat, I'll be back"

And if I wanna smoke it, yo, will make you feel alright

We gotta

But, you know, you smoke that shit

You gon' rhyme, on time

You gon' line up, or wait for shit

All you do, I get sick of it

I get bagged down, I wanna know what's up

Jimmy, why you gotta do that shit so far?

I get his blood in my eye, stings in my brain

A lot of things, a lot like it's not insane

Not like my people, got my eyes aside

And if I smoke rock, it make me feel alright

I got the green herbs kicking by my bed

And in the morning, gonna go to my head

If I start to feel like I'm pent

You know what, I really feel, I feel

I feel like I got my head to the curb

Unless I got a little bitty bag of herb

And if I got the green, gonna make a scene

I'm gonna smoke it all over and make me feel big

I got

You know what?

Because Jimmy he once told me, "Gotta be a hard smoking man"

And Jimmy, he once told me:

"Smoke as much green bud as you can."

Then one day, I met a man, who came to me and said:

"Hard work good, and hard work fine

But never trust a dead head"

Yeah

Mama once told me, "Be a hard working man"

Daddy, he once told me, "I'm gonna do the best you can"

Then, one day, I met a man who came to me and said:

"Hard work good, and hard work fine, first take care of head"

Purple's in my brain, hey, purple's into my brain

I'll go do those thing to my brain, I said do you wanna go insane?