Where Is The Tree (and the dabs too)

[Intro: Slank] Yea All my niggas dabbin'! Yes Sir (Tell em'...true) [Vocal Sample: Malcolm X] No I don't worry I tell ya, I'm a man who believes I died 20 years ago And I live like a man who is dead already I have no fear, whatsoever, of anybody or anything [Verse 1: Slank] Yo, Bowl gettin' lower got a nigga movin' slower Spittin' laid back like a ryhming backstroker No bluff, this ain't poker, I bust with no rubber On her earlobe, dick looking like a super soaker Man these lame ass niggas ain't ready for this Said if Menace made the beat, then I'm ready to spit And that dolja and shit, is a vehicle I'm whippin' Ball like a legend so they call me Cal Ripken Thinking about that day in my past life, when I gripped that knife tight Shanked the old me and got my mind right Slank an MC, yea the dope type Leave the pussy drippin' like it's prom night Atomic psalms might, fuck, fuck around and hurt you I'll put a fat dick in the wack ho that birthed you Become your new pops, set a curfew And then proceed to beat you and turn your eye purple Everything purple, your lips, your nose Rhymes never ending cause I rhyme reload Nigga, I'ma tell you like the cop told me "I smell marijuana nigga, where is the tree" [Hook: Slank] And I'ma tell you like the cop told me "I smell marijuana nigga where is the tree" I'm tryna tell you like the cop told me "I smell marijuana nigga where is the tree, and the dabs too" [Verse 2: O-E] My flow used to be Barry Bonds playin' for the Buck-Os Was I a good rapper? Short answer, fuck no But now it seems that I'm off playin' with Giants So if you need home runs nigga you know I'm supplyin' See I used to shit mediocrity into my pampers Now I'm throwin' hand stitched clothing in my hampers Playing tonsil hockey with some girl from the Hamptons Took her to home base, One Yard, Camden They thought I was the type to hop over fences But I'm Creole nigga, so what yall sayin' is senseless Got your guard down, now you defenseless Might wanna cover your ears cause it's bought to get offensive Saw your snaggle tooth bitch up in the car In a fish full of sea she caught an Alligator Gar Supposed to be fresh but I can see yours is salty Heard it's cause some of your equipment is faulty Don't fault me, for my bad behavior Deny me three times I am the rap savior I won't stop till Kanye is my neighbor Crew like Dunder Mifflin cause we all about the paper [Hook: Slank] I'ma tell you like the cop told me "I smell marijuana nigga where is the tree" Said I'ma tell you like the cop told me "I smell marijuana nigga where is the tree" [Verse 3: Slank] Yo, Nigga where the tree, I'm steadily, dabbing the BHO, got me feeling lovely Like David Duchovny, X-File me Known to take your bitch quicker than a fake I-D Leave you in I-Vs, needing morphine But I'm pouring chlorine, all over you darling I gotta get to' up, from the flo' up, before I go up In your bitch throat like throw-up [Verse 3 Part 2: O-E] Hold up I'm Quick Draw McGraw When I put my piece all up in her jaw One hand on the panties one on the bra Don't like sushi, but she like it raw Scratches on my back cause she hit me with the claw Ask can we cuddle, bitch hell naw, I'm gone I got more beats to snap on Turned up my shine nigga wasn't no damn clap on [Outro: Slank] Yea, Yea This that type of shit, sometimes you just gotta dab up Get your shank! and maybe go knife a nigga, you know Rob him for his Crocs, nigga, you know you like Crocs Let your feet breathe and shit Make the breeze come through, feel good and whatnot, you know That's that real shit, yea Dab up niggas, or get your Crocs snatched, in a quickness mother fucker