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Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec 
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts 
I'm high  when I sag my 2 Black Guys 
I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry 
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps 
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps 
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo  how you roll a blunt 
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt 
Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee 
Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B. 
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon 
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba 
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don 
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number 
Who can get swift with the microphone mist 
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D 
My funk respect it, cosmic injected 
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record 
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants 
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience 
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar 
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all 

There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world 
That got good herb for all you boys and girls 
Which one do you go to? *many shouts* 
Which one do you go to? *many shouts* 
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks 
Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat 
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked 
Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals 
and I, set the world on fire 
Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher 
You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee 
The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee 
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots 
From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks 
I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D 
That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at 
You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract 
Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust 
There's a million and one blunt spots in America 
Yeah I'm tellin ya 

Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air 
Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair 
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms 
Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M 
One of the America's Most Blunted 
Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted 
Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island 
Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin 
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger 
But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer 
But the weed is good for when you're mackin 
and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened 
I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker 
So check! 
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras 
Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera 
Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots 
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*

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