Funky Lil Freestyle - Devin the Dude

Tryin' my luck

Tryin' to see what I can do

See what I can come up with

Shits in my head

Eyes red I’m high

The weed I have is like the weed back in the day times five

And you see that’s all I need

Yup a brotha get high

Score a zip, roll a splif and pass that other shit by

I’m smoking while I’m creeping

Before I get there

When I’m leaving

The only time that I’m not chiefing is when

I’m eating or I’m sleeping

While the bitch next door at the motel room

Calling downstairs talking bout that ho smell fumes

But the manager gets high he told her that he’ll go check

Damn near broke his neck

Running up to the room to smoke this shit

When I’m stable it’s on the table

Don’t take it when I travel

They love me when I get there

There’s plenty gifts to unravel

I baffle the minds of workers at the laundry mat

They think my clothes been worn by a walking ganja plant

But my job requires me to smoke all day

And if I’m caught with no weed

They’ll let me go with no pay

So I lay out on the couch

Scratch my nuts on my days off

Hoping I don’t get laid off

Cause I’m kinda short a weed

Can I please buy a quarter

I oughta by a whole fuckin pound

Need to bring the price down on that shit

HYa hit it just a lil' bit and get my

Dooby out the ash tray

Smoke like it’s my last day

Breathing, indeed I lead by example

Hit the cannabis cup

To see what weed I can sample

Let me look at the menu

Nigga throw a dime to me

Damn that got some shit they call porcupine pussy (Let me smell that shit)

Get the torch

Head to the porch

Light it up and hit it till it’s down to a roach

My seventeen year old son I told him leave it alone

But when he’s eighteen he grown we might go half on a zone

But he choose not to use and I’m, glad

I hope at last

So he won’t be

Poking in my stash

Smoking grass

Since the tender age of thirteen

It was dirt green

But still in the morning first thing

We would, spark it up

Get high, everybody, spark it up

Especially on Fridays

I’d be higher than the muthafucka

Walking through the halls

See niggas on speed

Niggas bouncing off the walls

I pause for a minute

Nah nigga keep dipping, keep flipping

Got some more (cough) cough and sipping to do

Holla at you muthafuckas in a few

To catch him it might just take awhile

It’s hard to hate his style

As he glides through the crowd

Making the ladies smile