offbeat  bare  ass  -  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  out  and  grab  it

some  trip  over  toots  and  say  fuck  it  i'm  sunk

i  put  it  in  a  limerick  and  kick  the  slick  nick  verbs

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  i  to  decline

firm,  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  dreadlocks  or  the  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  okay  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  come  day  when  would  he  would  get  his  too

but  then  one  day  right  of  his  in  face  front  i  got  him

he  looked  over  said,  "god  damn  get  me  some  water"

the  one  time  i  hadn't  wasted  till  got  i  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"

oh  that's  right  baby

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  lightly  on  step  even  when  i'm  heavy

high  jump  the  slumps  open  up  for  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  with  sing  along  a  cry  of  a

mandatory  sentence  for  a  crime  with  no  victim

when  everybody  knows  jail  terms  should  be  picked  in

order  of  the  pain  that  they  'cause

do  what  thou  wilt  shall  be  the  whole  of  the  laws

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

overcrowded  the  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  time  doin'  y'all

bare-ass  yeah

bare-ass  yeah

bare-ass  yeah

bare-ass  yeah