Uh-huh   Yeah   One two, one two   Smokin blunts   Mad Dog 20/20   We gonna get funky      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, 'cause      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      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")      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      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")      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")      "Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit?   He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is "