Sativa / Stillife

Lyrics

[Stretch] Feeling so good I feel like just, rolling a Backwood Uh huh, uh huh [woods] Light that up [Stretch] Uh huh, uh Tripping over equator rhymes A sick symmetry, guised the moonshine Triple X Vin Diesel, ruthless then bust like twisters The mission box cutter Undercover brothers get smothered like Sally [woods] Alright pally, don't bogart the Cali That's a bone not a microphone Billy known for perfect cones Homegrown from clones Have a n**** like hold the phone, holmes Lazy on D like let's just play zone [Stretch] Indeed woods, we blown, listening to (Dai Zong?) Writing hazy poems, what amazing flowing Oceanography song, chamber Buchman Hunger growing, get lost in time Roman Cannabis competitions like Romans [woods] Still hit the woods by sloaning Lime green or good omen PBS reruns of Conan Trading places at five, movies for guys who like getting high Made of hash, UPS from Seattle Secret stash, stretched, don't tattle Charge up a n**** like the Huntsville chairs Spark this and we ain't going no where Like a pantsuit made of Mohair Stuck in a closet like we stuck in these chairs I need a monkey to get beers And some Entenmann's from downstairs Phone ringing, can you get that please? [Stretch] No doubt, but turn down the TV Hello? Right, I'll tell him. Damn billy b This n**** told me you was supposed to work at 3 [woods] What you say? Don't play Oh man, muhfuckin I thought it was Sunday [Stretch] Chrome-fit lyrics, red zone... [woods] And that's the real, like unemployment and light bills Cans of Enfamil, or living off major labor deals But what would I know about that? No reasonable doubt, came in on my own back Saw the lame, took it to the rat (no joke) Saw the game, yeah tip, I think they smoke crack Industry rule # something or another (one of them) These cats will sell their own mothers Tell you whatever you wanna hear like undercovers So I'm in the woods all runaway slave Underground like Bin Laden in his cave Put pen to page till I see my grave Fight the power til I see a cage Stay blazed til I run out of haze (picture that) Invasion of the mic snatchers, pirate radio Black flags, eye patches Wildin' like when Dirt McGirt was just an old bastard Spitamat to the death, flesh of my flesh And that's deeper than contracts or lawyers Huckleberry and Tom Sawyer Tango and Cash Gates lace the track with straight nerve gas Backwoodz on smash, mad joints on stash Bad plaques coming out the ass (we don't care) The shit's still trash, ain't gonna last Like me in Amsterdam with a gram of hash You wanna smoke? Better get here fast I gotta laugh (ha ha ha), cuz in the past Sucker emcees got the gas face Now I gotta ski mask Cuz rap police be trying to blast Same mufuckers snitching on MTV, showing his ass All y'all crabs need to get back in your labs Make something heads gonna feel Don't you know, don't you know (don't you know?) Life's ill