Lyrics:
Time to get funky-new-radical hip as I get to the point
Rock this funky joint
Wait a sec, the teacher's got to check the intellect
Plus I must
Time to get funky-new-radical hip as I get to the point
Rock this funky joint
Wait a sec, the teacher's got to check the intellect
Plus I must
In Less Than c Second He Losing c Concept Indeed
They Hide When I Got Them They Mess On They Big Pants cND later They Drop On They Knees
I'm Burning c
a soul train line
This old train line the concept changed
To put it in joint got flipped and rearranged
The line turned into a contest yo
To see who could
'on't know what
I got so many joints right know
Runnin' through my head
I 'on't even know what to yeah
What should, what should I spit?
I could just
Just playing around and make a soul train line
This old train line the concept changed
To put it in joint got flipped and rearranged
The line turned
fleas; I hold the keys
To drive you, guide you, provide you
With the real joints; ahem, I clear my throat of phlegm
The architect, selecting
ahead?
It's a concept that I've flirted with more than I've ever flirted with a one-night
Stand-off inside my muddled head
Cause I know I like my drink too
there, no concept of you and I
No concept of nobody
I’m mad as a March hare
As soon as we get on Mars, my hair willl start to flare up
Like your ass when
I'm falling for the bullshit
I ain't stupid
Catch me in the pala
I'm in that bitch crusing
Smoking on a joint, chillin
Listening to uzi
She said she
Coasted
Hit the joint, prove my point, but I'm zonin'
I don't feel shit, go outside I've been
Time's up
Zonin'
Coke
Time's up
Zonin'
Yo bitch smile
I'm feeling like a joint sponser
I see money in the courts launder
Between the gavel and my poor father
At the time my momma poisoned honor
They
Pull up as senior and I'm bout to run the school
And since I run the joint imma take y'all to preschool
All these freshman tiny and be lookin like
who’s the deadliest
This is the first joint we wrote
Speaking of joints
Ima hit this blunt real quick before I sing the first note.
Fettuccine:
I’m
through
Molecules then got me high
Trippy chronicles
See me later right now it's bye bye
Joint after joint
Smoke a spliff and another joint
My trip starting
it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go
He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
the liberal concept of
What men'll do 20 on 6, he didn't hear me
Indigenous African only spoke Zulu
My American tongue was leery
Hopped out the gas station
And at the center of the blast
Stood just Yes-Yes and Babycat
The force, it told the object
That their concept's too ethereal
And so they gathered minerals
To make
intombi esuka emzini
Bathi Mjongeni uVelaphi waliwe ngu Bradaki uJoice
Let's bring back the concept and chit chat kule conference
And fix tha
You out
des joints qui s'tasses
J'voulais savoir un peu toutes ces histoires
J'voulais savoir un peu toutes ces histoires
Mais j'ai plus le temps pour les gens
and flex a rhyme like a bicep
Some steps with concepts, but um, who cares
Not even the damn People Under the Stairs
Interruption, interruption
True
realize I was lost
So what is the concept when your memory's so foggy that your past is forgotten
And the music is the only thing that you can go sought in
thought by now that you have learned your lesson
I'm stressin' points and slammin' all the joints you call the real shit
Correct shit, you know the bust
ventre, de tête, le stress au quotidien
Que de douche, plus le temps d'un bain
Dans ma bouche, un putain de joint
Plus de 45 heures dans la semaine, mais
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