Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Hexum] 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 put 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 fuckin' 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 continued to decline Firmly, 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 doesn't matter whether We sport the dread locks or a 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 [Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez] Never could see my homie 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 ok 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 cuz 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 'til 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" Ah, that's right, baby! [Verse 3: Nick Hexum] 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 Reverend Horton Heat Sweet, what am I displayin' Forgot what I was sayin', I know I must be layin' 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 fuckin' flat when you stop to 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 [Outro: Nick Hexum] Bare ass, yeah Bare ass, yeah Bare ass, yeah Bare ass, yeah