311: Off beat bare ass

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 roots and say f--- it I'm sunk I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs (hey) 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 f---ing 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 continue 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 s--- together it don'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 Never could see my homey 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 f---ed 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 s--- cuz then he'd f--- 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 till 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" 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 slump open up fot the Revy Horton Heat sweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was saying I know I must be laying 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 everyone knows jail terms should be picked in order of the pain that they cause (you know) do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law 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 f---ing flat when you stop and mention the over crowded 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 Bare ass, yeah, bare ass, yeah bare ass, yeah, bare ass, yeah