Black Bush

Tell me what reality is

All of y'all back on my dick, whoa-whoa

I don't get mad about shit

But did you see that ass on that bitch? Whoa-whoa

No, I'm not waitin' in line

You got a little paper? That's fine, whoa-whoa

Find it hard to make up my mind

All of y'all hate when I shine, whoa-whoa

(Oh) ladies and gentlemen

(Ooh, ah) this is a revolution

On that black bush, smoke a bunch of Backwoods

My mind numb, I'm high as high come

I'm somewhat of a fuck-up

Put it in her guts 'til the cum bust

Combustion, at the function, drunk and actin' as prophets would

When 'Pac rocked with Suge, smokin' blunts at Hollywood

I was a youngin' who didn't know shit 'bout nothin'

But now I'm 21, and I feel like I'm onto somethin' (somethin')

Gettin' emphysema, madder than Ebenezer

I'm a king, bitch (salads, I get a Caesar)

Pullin' uranium from Mesopotamian rivers

I need a bitch that let me fuck, then make me some dinner

God made me a sinner, followin' protocol

Overall, I'm fuckin' bitches, and there's coke involved

Watchin' Carl Sagan, wishin' I could talk Jamaican

I'm waitin', be prepared for invasion

Tell me what reality is

All of y'all back on my dick, whoa-whoa

I don't get mad about shit

But did you see that ass on that bitch? Whoa-whoa (woo)

No, I'm not waitin' in line

You got a little paper? That's fine, whoa-whoa

Find it hard to make up my mind

All of y'all hate when I shine, whoa-whoa

Ooh

Ooh, ah

I blow a kiss to the Jehovah's Witness

Fuck a corporation, I support local business (that's the right thing to do)

And this one goes out to all the hoes and bitches

My homies told me, "Better know your limits" (know your limits)

I'm so efficient, old tradition with dope prevision (whoa)

We smokin' if we here, homie, don't need no permission

Variation of avian in the atrium

Waitin' for nature's rain to shower y'all with some sense

Shit, life gets realer than the press kits

Special like Ed is, so someone call the medic (medic)

'Cause I lost my mind, I'm off the Richter scale (Richter scale)

Don't you worry yourself, baby, this is Hell (woo)

Product of a witches spell, rappers all Chippendale

I'm gettin'-gettin' money now, expensive ginger ale (taste good)

Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky (ha-ha)

Told her, "Give me head and tell everybody" (tell everybody, let 'em know)