MacGyver

Roll it up Smoke it up Bitch I'm no Macgyver Mix that Mexi skunk with the kaas And I light that shit on fire Roll the oolong trying to get two on I could be right, what they say about two wrongs '05 I was sneaking into groove lounge Trying to get my groove on sipping on a yukon Shots of number Seven Beckham with the Tennesse I don't give a fuck could be sak could be Hennessey Carta Negra, Coke, lime be the recipe I'll never let a cup pass me by this is Gethsemane Rolling jungles and watch the climate change You provoke the God and I'm to blame Toking the wildest strains When the sun comes out that's when I behave All I need is a puff of the gas I'm going scarecrow Open up a twenty twenty Johnny Bairstow Lighting smokes off a bare stove Sitting in my room talking to the moon Like Ekse bro? Roll it up Smoke it up Bitch I'm no Macgyver Mix that Mexi skunk with the kaas And I light that shit on fire Blowing trees like the Cape Doctor Hail the Great Baster Ngqush, steak, lobster And a plate pasta All I know is lie cheat steal viva la rasa Wa rasa man King Bansah Ready to get it in after spaan My taanie hates the man that I've become God and the Devil fighting inside her son The number One Always down for the ruck like Kitshoff Cos I hate you motherfuckers like Slique Talk Mauling sticks dog Whiskey and six trays she on her knees like we about to kick off I'm gone for like a month at a time The tree too skrong in the function it's fine I sip and watch motor functions decline Cos you don't know what's wrong with a bump and a grind Roll it up Smoke it up Bitch I'm no Macgyver Mix that Mexi skunk with the kaas And I light that shit on fire