Offbeat Bare-ass Lyrics - Grassroots - 311

Any different people can apply to drop the funk 

It's not a country club review board steady talkin junk 

Many people would have it others go put and grab it 

Some trip over roots and say fuck it I'm sunk 

I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs (hey) 

I am the one who scores the herb 

When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up 

Throw me a joint on stage, what's up 

I will tell a cop that I know my fucking rights 

And we can match wits all night for real 

He said if I had nothing to hide 

Then of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride 

Man, no, uh, I'd really rather you didn't 

And no we don't have guns hidden 

We stood there for a while continue to decline 

Firmly, I didn't lose my mind 

I didn't let him break me he's just another human 

Not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day 

He couldn't make us stay 

We had our shit together it don't matter whether 

We sport the dread locks or a shaved head 

Or if we have a sticker from the dead 

I said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse 

Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place 

And face the music every minute 

Never could see my homey comin' till he passed 

Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh 

Oh by now I'm chill with it, bare ass in my face 

I'm OK but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't" 

So I proceed to hear him get loose with the 

Fartin' all over my face sometimes my tummy 

He fucked with my flow although I thought it funny 

I probably wouldn't care if I smoked more kind bud 

But that wouldn't do me shit 'cause then he'd fuck me more up 

Crazy ill and chillin' rude but I'ze a real cool dude 

He didn't believe the day would come 

When he would get his too 

But then one day right in front of his face I got him 

He looked over said "God damn get me some water" 

The one time I hadn't wasted till I got mine 

Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime 

So you get it the picture just how sick we were then 

But before I jet "Hey yo Chad sniff my finger man" 

I can see a lot of people who feel like I do 

I can see a lot of people who feel like I don't 

I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy 

High jump the slump open up fot the Revy Horton Heat 

Sweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was saying 

I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe 

With the way I get high Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a 

Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim 

When everyone knows jail terms should be picked in 

Order of the pain that they cause (you know) 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law 

Until you violate the rights of another 

Respect the space of your sister and your brother 

The war on drugs may be well intentioned 

But it falls fucking flat when you stop and mention 

The over crowded prisons where a rapists gets paroled 

To make room for a dude who has sold 

A pound of weed to me that's a crime 

Here's to good people doin' time y'all 

Bare ass, yeah, bare ass, yeah 

Bare ass, yeah, bare ass, yeah