Yeah, yeah. Got a few of my niggas up in this bitch. We about to get our flow on. Y'know what I'm sayin? Really-do. Pap attack. It don't stop.
Brothers For The Struggle
Good morning America, let's see what we can fuck up next/ My sleep was fitfull and disturbing, left a krook in my neck so don't expect too much, at least til I gets my toke on and so on and so on/ That's what we smoke on/ Spoke on the mic like I'm this misfit flavor, the descendent of David who flied like flavor with the flavor to stop the speak that freak for weeks and weeks/ Put the funk in your trunk like lightening free/ Slick and slender, me I'm that good dick nigga/ I need a candy nigga, just read my bumper sticker/ Sportin' them big block gators to help enhance my image with my pimp ass associates Johnny Trail and Kevin/ In it to win it, I meant it when I said it the last time now chump your bitch cause the girl is mine/ Me? I got dick for days to keep any bitch sprung/ I'm makin' playay haters wanna cut out my tongue/ First I romance so I can dance so you call me acrobatic, my Nine Millimeter chrome plated automatic/ Bitches holler my name like I'm Gazoo, we jack your route too, nigga fuck you/ I gets my toke on
-Chorus-II Tru-
Hey, big baby let's get away, let's go to the smoke out, you know what I mean? Hey, big baby let's get away, let's go to the smoke out, you know what I mean? Hey, big baby let's get away, let's go to the smoke out, you know what I mean? Hey, big baby let's get away, let's go to the smoke out, you know what I mean?
Brina (of II Tru)
Got to get that blaze on, that indo be callin' me for that duece up/ Partner, what's up? Better take them two hits and pass that blunt up to your left/ Keep it comin' back to back with that buddah smoke, gotta get them lungs full, me puff that potent smoke til me choke/ Croak from a helluva ganja droppin' them p'z to the marijauna see cause a sister did mean to smoke that tweed with much honor/ Easy Wider Swisher or Philly, don't really matter cause it smoke the same so blaze that indo up, choked up till I start the day
Jhaz (of II Tru)
You know Jhaz gone smoke on some of that indo, get your toke on, tough til my mind blow/ Gotta flow then ante up for mo' so please, nigga, chill on all ya'll trippin'/ Two hits then pass to the left cause that blunt I must be hittin'/ Gots to find the chronic, on a mission, here I go/ Bud and indo cause the air is full of chronic bag of indo/ Get your toke on
-Chorus-Brothers-
My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on
Brothers For The Struggle
First, let's get this straight quick; The reefer me steal the indo, and know ain't nothin' changed I ain't die fool/ I got to get sticky and fell off/ (?) Seachin' I trip and I can't fuck the habit so I could save a two pound fair but soon as I that shit I blazed up/ Say "What the fuck is wrong with this nigga?" How could I live with that chronic and just be coughin' man, I gots to go to it/ I used to say I could quit anytime, ain't no addiction but soon as I think that someone come I just flick it/ Lick it and then I'm splittin' fill it and then I sell it, try it and then I light it, knowin' this ain't no bullshit/ Hopin' be keep from chokin' knowin' I'm gon' be coughin' often off in my wig so when this (?) I'm tossin'/ Now my eyes done get red, yeah, my throat done got dry/ Done smelled like a bitch on a period crawled inside my mouth and just died/ I gets my toke on, dog (?) I'm tired but uhm, thanks for comin' out; God bless, good night
-Chorus-Brothers & II Tru-
My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on/ My toke on, I gets my toke on so worry so on (Hey, big baby let's get away, let's go to the smoke out, you know what I mean?)
Available on the Brothers For The Struggle album No Hard Feelings