Get Lifted

Uh-huh Yeah One two, one two Smokin blunts Mad Dog 20/20 We gonna get funky I grab the forty rip off the skirt Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks When shit's thick and no time to think Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct I puff a L and drink some liquor Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker As God as my witness, with the sickness of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus My perpetual rebel intellectual Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either I float simply with the canibus setiva As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head Once said by a Ph.D med Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cause ("I... get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") This the real deal not a publicity stunt I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher I've been to college but to be truthfully frank Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that ("I... get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") Step into this intersection and take this rap I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers Smokin herb, and the bible papers But how does it feel when you got no fire? And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side What the fuck? Who the fuck want to fuck with the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond So I can toke it with more wins than a python Different Strokes for different folks He like the chocolate thai you like to float with the green skunky smoke Roll up a fat one and pass it around Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word ("I... get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") ("I... get lifted") Roll a Phillie and get Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") "Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit? He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is..."