Many Clouds of Smoke (remix)

[Chorus: repeat 4X] I want to get blunted my brother Roll up a fat one pass it around [verse 1] Here we go to the show with some fat endo And though I never front it I always stay blunted Many clouds many clouds running through my dome As I float float float on In a purple haze a pot head phase Thinkin way back about the good ole days When I smoked up chocolate tye and Colombian goat The skunk with the funny that's got the big man pumped Now I'm feelin kinda high and yet kind a key Maybe cause I'm smokin on the cloud nine G See I got the tasty ways and a cool buzz First you smell what it is then you smell what it was Cause we smoke fat blunts and we write dope rhymes Play video games and read High Times And Tim makes the beat tight Hopin that the song might Sell a million copies to the people smokin dank right Mack daddy made you jump and Daddy mack kept it warm But I didn't miss the buss to the marijuana farm In the Humble County the northern part of Cali But Hammer can't dance like my man grows plants And a specter AP cause my homie Dan Solo With a fat philly blunt on a Hog status logo Good nigga got now boys got clout Now its time to show the world what its all about: See we smoke 2 joints before we smoke 2 joints And then we smoke 2 more we be jammin We smoke to joints before we smoke 2 joints And then we smoke 2 more this is slammin La de de da da de me love marijuana Me know the plant like the sex knows Madonna I feel laid back when I puff on the ganja So legalize marijuana yalonda [Chorus] [verse 2] Man the shits kinda fat so its back to the track And I'm feelin like a mack with a big dank sack Bill Clinton told a story but it was a fairy tale I only hit it once but I didn't inhale Then his mind went blank in other outie Puffin fat green bud direct from the Humble County Many clouds of smoke is just a dedication Talkin all night about hemp education So put down the pipe and stop free basin This could be the start of the healing of the nation Cause I rip shit and twist it then I take a hit And I smoke it to the head like it was a cigarette When it comes to puffin blunts I'm a 12 year vet And I wasn't 10 yet when I took my first hit I was headed out the house for school one day And guess what I found in my dads ashtray It was about a half a blunt stuck in a roach clip So I made like pops and put it up to my lip Then flick went the bic and I'm off on a trip And I was trippin (my mind keeps on slippin slippin) I only hit it once and my head light Then my eyes got red and they closed up tight And I felt kinda weird but I felt all right So I took another hit later on that night Now there's only 3 things in life I need Money, safe sex, and a whole lot of weed Givin much props to my pops And he gets much love too Peace from the crew this buds for you So I'm outie I'm ghost in other words gone But the beat goes on [Chorus] [verse 3] As I flip the strip with a joint on my lip And a cute honey dip with a grip on my dick Got me singin like a singer swingin like a swinger This is the DGF style so put up your middle finger The cloud nine vibe blastin off like a rocket With 10 fat joints on my inside pocket Now every other brother givin props to me Cause my vibe is alive in the industry Cypress Hill's in the house and Black Crows on the team And I put the fat back to rip up the green Legalize hemp understand what I mean It's the sooper dooper kid and the down ball lock With the DGF style the boys got balls And I smoke a fat spliff and lounge in my drawers Its a pot hit anthem so go for yours And like the Black Sheep says +The Choice is Yours+ I'm on a psychodelic trip and it ain't no joke So take another hit many clouds of smoke [Chorus]