CANTANTE: 311

TITULO:Offbeat Bareass

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 (word), others go out and grab it (uh huh)
some trip over toots and say "fuck 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 fucking 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 continue to decline
firm, 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 dreadlocks or the 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 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 'cause 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 "g*dd***, 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"
(aww, that's right, baby!)
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 for 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?
graphics 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 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 fucking flat when you stop and mention
the overcrowded prisons where a rapist 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 x4