The bricks of funky white nose powder hold power
Mo leverage than streets can manage so we coward
down to nothing, but need some steady elevation
So we spark the Crip up for some heavy rotation
work is a state of mind thats the shit we be saying
to keep our focus tight we smoke for revelations
to see enemy intentions and act on'em very blatant
steady Pacin to the stash when i get home in the evening
Relieving the daily stress and for many different reasons
Weed and sex is like seasons, some good some better,
But Chronic and Pussy mixed, it couldnt get much wetter
Let me hit the blunt softly while you play with the feathers
Doesnt matter the weather, ill always stay smoking
A house two kids a wife and a dog ill stay toking
Twist the ganja up so we can blow one, slow blunts
the way that i smoke them, roll them, dont fold them
Hit it and blow it out the green smoke will stay floating
Its the aroma so you know itwill never be far from potent
Choking, thats the only way that you know man,
that what you puffin on isnt on some broken
seeds and stems shake fuck a fake and roll another one....