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 fuck 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 fucking 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 passed   Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh   Oh by now I'm chill with it bare-ass 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 fucked 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 fuck 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 fucking 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-ass yeah   Bare-ass yeah   Bare-ass yeah   Bare-ass yeah