No stems, no seeds that you don't need. Acapulco Gold is {takes puff} bad ass weed.
Da Brat (Krayzie)
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the Funk Bandit's back with more bounce to the ounce it's the Brat-tat-tat-tat/ The funk-keeper, competition's sweeper but known for makin' speakers bleed/ Smokin hell'a weed, givin' you what 'cha need/ Indeed I'm nice, jewelry full of ice/ The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice/ Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted/ Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around in the west side (West side!) district/ Get it twisted, if you wanna choose your destiny/ Leave all that simple shit at home and bring your fuckin' bet for me/ Cause right here playtime stops, okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops/ See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge, and there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far/ A repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kickin' shit/ All the right shit to give a nigga a hit/ If you let's nuthing hold you back/ And your limit is the sky/ Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high/ Roll up a fat one and pass it around/ Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound (If ya wanna fly....We can all get high, you know were gettin high)
Krayzie Bone
Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together/ Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke/ Take it slow, we smoke and choke cause you're rollin' with Mo!/ We having a celebration/ We doing this all night if you wanna get away, you can play in my good times/ And never forget my niggas be doin' this shit the thuggish way, but have you thugged it with the thug lately? We Krayzie/ And nigga we dropped and got the bud blazin'/ So if you get high, Better get with the five/ I bet you wanna get weeded/ Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland/ Stay P.O.D'd and tweeded them leaves, we blazin' we fiendin'/ Now can you feel this connect with So So Def, Mo! Thugs, my squad and your posse/ My nigga, we gon' be alright/ So come around everybody party down get down/ And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get tha hydro/ Yo nigga thugsta come and give me some love/ With some of that bang and slang yo' dog, a couple of thangs from the cut/ You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly/ Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high/ The shit we keep we got you hypnotized/ Any weed, dealin' with me/ My nigga with me, get your smoke on man/ Cause if we go broke I won't feel bad
Da Brat
(Yeah) But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action/ Certified platinum slashin' bastards/ Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me/ I broke them all with fatalic visual shit that you could see/ These synthetic speachless, smoke reefas with my peeps/ Get deeper than the abyss/ Watch me and yo' nigga creep/ Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro/ Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch em all die slow/ We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with/ Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit split/ You better light a splif and mind yo' motherfuckin' business or get that ass put in the witness protection program/ Till I'm finished, diminished/ Your entourage is my level/ Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil/ Pushin' custom drop-tops/ Keep Segante' in the glove box/ Puffin' with crooked cops/ And can't nothin hold me back cause nigga, my shit, don't stop
Krayzie Bone
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly? Said "You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?" We can all get high, get high, get high/ You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly? Said "You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?" We can all get high, get high, get high/ You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly? Said "You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?" We can all get high, get high, get high
Available on Da Brat album Anotha Tantrum/ Promo/ Remix available.