Thanks to WillisDFIY@aol.com for these lyrics.



When I get to a party, To get it started

I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted

Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point

You know what Loc's doin', I'm blazin a joint

Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best

After some methical or a bowl of sense.

I'm creatin', multiplyin', big time supplyin'

Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on

I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter

Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter

Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk

Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope

Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip

So much damn resin it's startin' to drip

It ain't harmful like heroin, this stuff's cheap

That's why I'm glad that I got this......

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Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed

It seems about tha time you really feel tha need

To get high, get full, you know get blasted

Keep ya singin' tha high it really lasted

Rollin' around tryin' not to get stopped

By tha boyz tha pigs you know tha cops

Pull into one spot to see what they're all about

Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they're all out

You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone

You try it so I guess they saw you got home

Cause I can buy it O.Z. or go buy dime

I get cash for her I can get it on time

It really makes no difference long as I get lit

Roll it in my Zig Zag take a big bone hit

Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin'

Never gettin' short of uh uh, The always knowin'

I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin'

No need for you to keep on askin'

If tha It is tha It, If tha Shit is tha Shit

Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba

You know my shit is legit

Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher

I'm not a minister, Reverent or Preacher

So excuse me while I call time

Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz

in tha middle of this rhyme.....

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One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill

Gettin' fucked up in his coupe de ville, still

I wasn't to high to know what I was doin'

Went to tha store and got some more brew in

Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner

Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinna (Pin)

I wasn't upset I had more at tha house

I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse

Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba

She does things to me that you wouldn't believe

I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene

But it's not far off if you know what I mean

She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on tha bed

Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)

If I was boo I'd do tha same

She must love it, She ain't never complained

They'll be moanin', kickin' a lot of screamin'

I work it so hard she starts steamin'

You know how it is after a couple of wooers

She was subject and I am tha Ruler

She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeeza

One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that.....

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Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme

I had some hydroponic, Boy that shit was fine

I had two joints, One for me and my homie

After half tha show, He didn't even know me

His eyes were tight, they turned red

He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead

An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry

I said oh shit! This brothers got tha munchies

Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet

Went to tha Seven Eleven at tha top of tha street

I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf

He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself

When we got back to tha car, Headed north then south

I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth

We had so much food didn't know where to start

At tha Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts

Big bags of chips, gallons of dips

It took me weeks to get tha taste of my lips

I ate so much miserable is how I felt

Almost busted out my pants had to loosen my belt

Kickin at the tube, wathin' none better than

You know tha king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman

Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain

But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane.....

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