Funky Lil' Freestyle

D.E.V.I.N Tryin' my luck Tryin' to see what I can do See what I can come up with Shits in my head Eyes red I'm high The weed I have is like the weed back in the day times five And you see that's all I need Yup a brotha get high Score a zip, roll a splif and pass that other shit by I'm smoking while I'm creeping Before I get there When I'm leaving The only time that I'm not chiefing is when I'm eating or I'm sleeping While the bitch next door at the motel room Calling downstairs talking bout that ho smell fumes But the manager gets high he told her that he'll go check Damn near broke his neck Running up to the room to smoke this shit When I'm stable it's on the table Don't take it when I travel They love me when I get there There's plenty gifts to unravel I baffle the minds of workers at the laundry mat They think my clothes been worn by a walking ganja plant But my job requires me to smoke all day And if I'm caught with no weed They'll let me go with no pay So I lay out on the couch Scratch my nuts on my days off Hoping I don't get laid off Cause I'm kinda short a weed Can I please buy a quarter I oughta by a whole fuckin pound Need to bring the price down on that shit HYa hit it just a lil' bit and get my Dooby out the ash tray Smoke like it's my last day Breathing, indeed I lead by example Hit the cannabis cup To see what weed I can sample Let me look at the menu Nigga throw a dime to me Damn that got some shit they call porcupine pussy (Let me smell that shit) Get the torch Head to the porch Light it up and hit it till it's down to a roach My seventeen year old son I told him leave it alone But when he's eighteen he grown we might go half on a zone But he choose not to use and I'm, glad I hope at last So he won't be Poking in my stash Smoking grass Since the tender age of thirteen It was dirt green But still in the morning first thing We would, spark it up Get high, everybody, spark it up Especially on Fridays I'd be higher than the muthafucka Walking through the halls See niggas on speed Niggas bouncing off the walls I pause for a minute Nah nigga keep dipping, keep flipping Got some more (cough) cough and sipping to do Holla at you muthafuckas in a few To catch him it might just take awhile It's hard to hate his style As he glides through the crowd Making the ladies smile