Just stick to this road huh?      Fuck it I thought I'm sold   I strolled on down the road   In seawalk mode to the Wizard I'm told    But hold up this road's fucked with twists and turns   I'm havin no luck as my vanilla blunt burns   I'm seein trees with faces, bushes that walk   And as far as I can see nobody drawn in chalk   And the sky's bright green sometimes it's kinda pink   Im'a twist another blunt here sit down and think   How the fuck, what the fuck, who the fuck and when   What the fuck I'm doin here I woulda think it depends   Then again I gotta get the fuck home before long   Cause the first of the month is comin on, I'm gone   Let me spark my shit right quick, I'm outta here   (Ay, yo homie let me getta hit of that blunt) Fuck Yea!   Wait a minute, who said that, look around everywhere   And I heard somebody singin over there, so clear    He went      I don't need a brain   Don't need anything   I just want some body to smoke with   (Who said that? Who said that?)   Stuck up on this thang with no fuckin game   I just want some body to smoke with   (Who said that?)   Well I said that      Look at this shit   I'm talkin to a scarecrow stuck on a stick   Askin me for a hit right quick   Shit all I got is Bobby Brown   I can't front but the Wizard's got all you want   You can smoke off his tundra they say it's the thunder   He can have King Kong smoked under the wonder   I'm goin there now and gettin me some   And the Wizard's gonna get my ass home, It's on      [Monoxide:]   It would be the shit big homie If I could walk with you   Talk with you, Hit up on a fat bag or two   Cause I been hangin from this pole for so long   Been smokin on home grown, my headache is full blown   I ain't the smartest scarecrow with a hat   But if you lift that little latch then I'm gone crash into a pumpkin patch   Don't leave me hangin big homie just pull the lever   So we can just get to walkin the yellow alley together   Cause      I don't need a brain   Don't need anything   I just want some body to smoke with   And I'm with that, And I'm with that   Then it ain't no thang, we can smoke this green   But you gotta put somethin on it   And I'm with that, You know I'm with that      I help set his ass free, he slipped off   Then his fuckin leg ripped off   And he was like   (Don't mind that shit dog, It ain't nothin at all, Just a little bit of stuffin, that straw)   Hey Paul, I mean scarecrow Yo   (Don't ask If I ever tried smokin myself no)   I only thought with the hay okay   Anyway let's get you some real shit down the yellow brick alleyway      We don't need a brain   Don't need anything   We just need some homies to smoke with   And I'm with that, And I'm with that