Woke up in the morning and I’m feeling pretty tight
I smoke a spliffy in a jiffy and I’m feeling alright
Everyone in my neighborhood is smoking it up
The Da’s office is chokin it up in cases
Let’s face it
You can’t get it off the street
Your dirty hand and my dollar
Is gonna meet
I’m cruising down the street and I spot and old customer of mine
I’m thinking he just wants to
Cop a little dime
Next thing I know he pulls out a nine
Then kaboom.
Next thing I know
I’m a cold slab in a room.
Dang
I guess I can’t slang my rock no more.