Figured out long time ago
  Nothing's as it seems don't you know
  Go underground if you want the scoop
  Cuz the population's out the loop
    You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
  D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
  X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him 'What's the plan?'
  He took a hit, blew out his rip
  And said, 'Let's plant the land'
    Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin
  Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin
  Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin
  On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion
  My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs
  AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin
  Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad
  Cuz I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had
  (??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticket
  By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
  He started twitchin, fingers clickin
  While he's bitchin, and I snapped
  I had a vision, I was leading in the useless race
  I had the pole position, no but kiddin'
  And I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen
  I was dishin' out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishin
  I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin
  Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin
    Let's face facts, chips get stacked
  Unsystematically our pockets get fat
  And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
  Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks
    Think you can out smoke me, well I'm calling you a liar
  Cuz my bowl, I set it on fire
  I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB
  Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each
  No leaves, they're clipped clean
  But the few they hit the bing
  Then my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bring
  I said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some ale
  And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...Michelle
  Ah what the hell, just put out the word
  Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve
    Graduated high school back in '95,started writin' rhymes
  Laid low, I'm hard to find
  A kid like me, no less, I'm kinda fresh
  Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed
  I'm not the best, just flexed on the next
  Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed
  I'll give it all I got, put the game to a test
  Keep writin' rhymes and forget about the rest
    Let's face facts, chips get stacked
  Unsystematically our pockets get fat
  And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
  Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks
    Ooh damn, there he goes again
  Throwin' his cigarettes out the window
  Blowin' fog with logs, sticky indo
  You know it comes a dime a dozen
  Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut and
  Woo, I think I'll pass on the brew
  And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
  The big bad ass, you know who
    Well, I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore
  Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door?
  Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
  Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' 'Gimme some more'
  Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain's crazed
  Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like Frito, Lays
  I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills
  Funny looking pills, million dollar deals
  Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for real
  I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs
  Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
  And you and your crew's talking about 'What if...?''s
    Let's face facts, chips get stacked
  Unsystematically our pockets get fat
  And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
  Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks
    All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of reggae Sundays
  Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must
  Burnin' spliffs to tell (??), hittin' little Jamaica's rockin record shops
  (??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??)
  All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of punk rock ways
  Babylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??)
  That's what's really goin' on, life's too short to be a victim
  If you don't like what you got, respond
  When time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and prove
  It's time to make a change, so chose
    Let's face facts, chips get stacked
  Unsystematically our pockets get fat
  And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
  Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks
    Ganja business controls America