take a hit, take a hit of the bong
take a sip, take a sip of the cognac

know that my gonads make em feel better than prozac
i'm like koufax in 65, pitchin picture perfect kodak
moment while maintaining captured momentum we don't go back
to clone it, our freshly grown shit’s glowing greener than a glowstick

take a hit, take a hit of the blunt
take a sip, take a sip of the brew
take a hit, take a hit of the pipe
take a sip, take a sip of some mike's hard

psyche! you silly buddy, thinkin it's all really money
while you get it, i stay cutty, smushin your honey like silly putty
shit i knead her then eat her like dough and stay feelin hungry
cop a liter in a fever then smoke, stay livin humbly

if a chick is on the fence, i tell her about humpty dumpty
but if she's on the tip, i slip, i promised my children to rumpelstilskin
thumb thumbalina's butthole like a thimble, nimble when i'm pimpin
when i'm dippin, my reason's always simple, gotta

take a hit, take a hit of the bubbler
take a swig, take a swig of the hennessey

take a puff, take a puff of the sour d
hourly devouring bud so lemme make it blunt

take a puff then take another i used to be
afraid to say that, but really i was afraid to tell my mother
and what goes unsaid rarely gets better
we all got something to come to terms with so it’s whatever

and right about now it seems that it would be appropriate
for me to say forget about it and get cheddar
but that’s not really me so who am i?
that can only be explained by you and i moving sly in do

or die situations but i guess i should just calm down
cuz it really ain’t that serious, we all got
myriads of irritants, but few are really into hearing it
so i’m curious why? why, why

lie about life when you can get it right doing you
cuz i don’t really care if you’re getting high or not
as long as you mind your business on what’s going
down at my spot cuz i’m trying to pack

the pipe and crack a brew, rap with the
funky vibes and a nice attitude, as they say
everything you do eventually comes back to you
ey yo rene spit the chorus cuz you know i’m in the mood to

take a hit, take a hit of the joint
what you think? i don’t slip, stay on point

rare like landin on the side of a coinflip
give me head and tail, she got curves like the freundlich
anoint this, her loins is soiled like an oil spill
wet, when she see me, bet, all her plans, i foiled em

cuz when she say she wanna see me later
it means she'll hit me in a minute when she's got some papers
meet me at the top of the mark where i'm sippin maker's
marker's, cranberry vodka's, burnin green, blanca

yo i twist these lyrics like these swishers turned to bars
so when i light up, every dopefiend visits from afar
they wanna hit it, and i let em in a heart
beat. a give and take, back and forth like the re

spark the blunt up at sun up, by sun down
i'm unwound off one ounce, yo what up