Figured out long time ago   Nothing's as it seems don't you know   Go underground if you want the scoop   Cuz the population's out the loop     You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams   D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van,   X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him 'What's the plan?'   He took a hit, blew out his rip   And said, 'Let's plant the land'     Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin   Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin   Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin   On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion   My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs   AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin   Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad   Cuz I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had   (??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticket   By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty   He started twitchin, fingers clickin   While he's bitchin, and I snapped   I had a vision, I was leading in the useless race   I had the pole position, no but kiddin'   And I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen   I was dishin' out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishin   I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin   Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin     Let's face facts, chips get stacked   Unsystematically our pockets get fat   And we kick back, pimp caddilacs   Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks     Think you can out smoke me, well I'm calling you a liar   Cuz my bowl, I set it on fire   I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB   Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each   No leaves, they're clipped clean   But the few they hit the bing   Then my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bring   I said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some ale   And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...Michelle   Ah what the hell, just put out the word   Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve     Graduated high school back in '95,started writin' rhymes   Laid low, I'm hard to find   A kid like me, no less, I'm kinda fresh   Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed   I'm not the best, just flexed on the next   Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed   I'll give it all I got, put the game to a test   Keep writin' rhymes and forget about the rest     Let's face facts, chips get stacked   Unsystematically our pockets get fat   And we kick back, pimp caddilacs   Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks     Ooh damn, there he goes again   Throwin' his cigarettes out the window   Blowin' fog with logs, sticky indo   You know it comes a dime a dozen   Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut and   Woo, I think I'll pass on the brew   And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,   The big bad ass, you know who     Well, I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore   Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door?   Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor   Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' 'Gimme some more'   Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain's crazed   Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like Frito, Lays   I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills   Funny looking pills, million dollar deals   Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for real   I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs   Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs   And you and your crew's talking about 'What if...?''s     Let's face facts, chips get stacked   Unsystematically our pockets get fat   And we kick back, pimp caddilacs   Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks     All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of reggae Sundays   Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must   Burnin' spliffs to tell (??), hittin' little Jamaica's rockin record shops   (??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??)   All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of punk rock ways   Babylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??)   That's what's really goin' on, life's too short to be a victim   If you don't like what you got, respond   When time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and prove   It's time to make a change, so chose     Let's face facts, chips get stacked   Unsystematically our pockets get fat   And we kick back, pimp caddilacs   Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks     Ganja business controls America