Uh huh
 Yeah
 One two  one two
 Smokin blunts
 Mad Dog 20/20
 We gonna get funky

 [Keith Murray]
 I grab the forty rip off the skirt
 Guzzle it  grab the mic and come out the woodworks
 When shit's thick and no time to think
 Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct
 I puff a L and drink some liquor
 Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker
 As God as my witness, with the sickness
 of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus
 My perpetual rebel intellectual
 Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
 I float simply with the canibus setiva
 As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
 And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures
 If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
 Once said by a Ph.D med
 Legalize and I'll advertise, cuz

 *chorus*

 [Yeah] ("I... get lifted")
 [Roll a Phillie and get]
 [Roll a ziggy and get] ("Fire up this funk")
 [Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up] ("I... get lifted")
 [Roll/Puff the Phillie and get]
 [Roll/Puff the ziggy and get] ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

 This the real deal not a publicity stunt
 I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts
 But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
 Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
 I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
 Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
 I've been to college but to be truthfully frank
 Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
 I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah
 Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
 And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin
 You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that

 *chorus*

 Step into this intersection and take this rap
 I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot
 I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers
 Smokin herb, and the bible papers
 But how does it feel when you got no fire?
 And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
 What the fuck? Who the fuck wanna fuck
 with the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha
 What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus
 And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus
 So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond
 So I can toke it with more wins than a python
 Different Strokes for different folks
 He like the chocolate thai
 you like to float with the green skunky smoke
 Roll up a fat one and pass it around
 Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word

 *chorus 2X*

 "Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit?
 He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is