And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin be the ritual Ill individual Bad habitat Watch my voice battle cats While I'm spittin battle raps On the high
where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on, babe We're gonna brush the sky I bet you luck Lindy Never flew so high 'Cause in the stratosphere How
head D-loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red Its a 9.4 on a richter scale I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale, The shit we smoke
a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid Got a '74 slant nose V-dub biatch Well this is for the bitches and the bitch boys too I'm Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth
But there's nothing dirty going on Nothing dirty going on We get simple farmers, local business men Congress folks from Austin, young boys looking for
We get simple farmers, local business men Congress folks from Austin, young boys looking for sin Now we used to get a lot of rough necks, when the oil boom was high
sugar stays brown and on the mind Gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes They tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust And enjoy, for y'all fly boys
for your skin I watch you sprawling in the sand Forgot my suncream now I'm taned I open my eyes and realize It's high time I should decieve me It's high
the good life now this is the high life now I can see with my own eyes that it's a good, good life this is the good life now this is the high life now
pours we sow the storm that is breaking up the sky oh we sow the storm in your heart you see the clouds as they assemble up on high you feel the multitudes
as pleasant as it seems a wheel of fortune with sandy beaches and bad, bad dreams hey man, what's with your eyes what do you see-from up so high are
that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm
Look out boys, 'cause I'm a rollin' stone That's what I was when I first left home I took every secret that I'd ever known And headed for the wall Like
what I'm talking about, talking about Non-stop nine O'clock Saturday, hey Anywhere in USA, yeah, anywhere in USA, yeah Anywhere in USA Tiny tots farm boys
heart of Medina About to set off somethin' more deep than a misdemeanor Under the subway, waitin' for the train to make noise So I can blast a nigga and his boys
heart of Medina About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise So I can blast a nigga and his boys
pickin' cotton To chain gang line choppin', to Be Boppin', to Hip Hoppin' Blues people got the blue chip stock option Invisible man, got the whole world watchin' Where ya at? I'm high
ain't gotta trip) While we swing and dip 'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm