Anotha One

[Intro] [Lighter clicks] Yeah, lemme get this EZ Wider ready and shit. Roll up this nice fatty, get it ready to spark. Nah, I ain't sharing this shit with nobody. This is for me man, I had a hard fucking day man, fuck that [Verse 1] Another hard day's working that 9 to 5 Blue-collar dollars for the fam which I provide Not a white picket fence, yet it all makes sense To unwind from being tense, light up the incense Choose a Guinness over 'yac Brown suds, twist the bud, wind down, gimme a nice buzz Few tokes, eyes closed, inhale nice and slow Got the salad rolled, the Bambu Electric relaxation On Mother Nature's volume straight from the earth Got that medicine flowing through my veins since birth Unprescribed seeds come and go with the green Personal use, not for sale, purchase a nice bale Rather spend it on this than buying some cocktails Yes indeed, the essence I breathe Is a pleasure I crave when I light up and blaze [Hook] When it's down to the roach I light another one [x3] Before the joint gets small as a roach I spark another one [Verse 2] Smoke breaks are few and far between Recreational time when I'm scheming In the confines of my backyard No worries to be on guard, surrounded by the fences tall Kids in the crib, my wiz mind her own biz Her time is her time, knowing his is his Letting me live It's nothing in this world like having the peace of mind That place all peace and calm Lounging with my feet up White and grey shell-toe Adidas Chilling, sweats on, the wife-beater Mac and my laptop, slingbox connect Watch Jeter hit a home run over the fence That's when I rolled another doobie, ain't no puff puff pass Every now and again I mix weed with hash Yes indeed, the essence I breathe Be that pleasure I crave when I light up to blaze [Hook] [Verse 3] That THC qualifies me for a PhD Cause I'm hands-on when I study, blowing smoke in my study Thick as a fog on a midsummer's night When the weather is warm Mi nah fuck with the bomb cause it's too strong Especially when it's Arizona Gold from Tuscon No sticks and stems, just heavy sour Hawaiian Eye, puff on spliffs of Maui Blowing that bubblegum, calm, not troublesome The weed man lovin' him Greeting him, not mean-mugging him Twisting pretzels minus the salt I'm as high as a gymnast doing flips and somersaults Tranquil as my feet in the sands of Antigua Lifted off the kick of the stash of Sonny Chiba Yes indeed, the essence I breathe be that pleasure I crave When I spark and blaze [Hook]