Tha Crib

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my boys, it's time.

It's time, my boys (aight, my boys, begin).

Straight out the green dungeons of rap.

 

The kush drops deep as does my d.

I never walk, cuz I'm always in lead,

Beyond the walls of wraps, life is defined.

I think of pot when I'm in a home state of mind.

 

Hope the breed got some speed.

My screed don't like no dirty read.

Run up to the feed and get the lead.

 

In a home state of mind.

 

What more could you ask for? The stunning kush?

You complain about life.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the push.

 

I'm rappin' to the dope,

And I'm gonna move your envelope.

 

Big, loud, mid, like a map

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rap.

 

I can't take the life, can't take the plant.

I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no aunt.

 

I'm rappin' to the envelope,

And I'm gonna move your dope.

 

Yea, yaz, in a home state of mind.

 

When I was young my mom had a cush.

I waz kicked out without no ambush.

I never thought I'd see that bush.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's firebush.

 

A crazy pot is quite the lot.

 

Thinking of pot. Yaz, thinking of pot (pot