Anotha One

Yeah, lemme get this EZ Wider ready and shit. Roll up this nice fatty, get it ready to spark. Nah, I ain't sharing this shit with nobody. This is for me man, I had a hard fucking day man, fuck that
 Another hard day's working that 9 to 5
 Blue-collar dollars for the fam which I provide
 Not a white picket fence, yet it all makes sense
 To unwind from being tense, light up the incense
 Choose a Guinness over 'yac
 Brown suds, twist the bud, wind down, gimme a nice buzz
 Few tokes, eyes closed, inhale nice and slow
 Got the salad rolled, the Bambu
 Electric relaxation
 On Mother Nature's volume straight from the earth
 Got that medicine flowing through my veins since birth
 Unprescribed seeds come and go with the green
 Personal use, not for sale, purchase a nice bale
 Rather spend it on this than buying some cocktails
 Yes indeed, the essence I breathe
 Is a pleasure I crave when I light up and blaze
 When it's down to the roach I light another one Before the joint gets small as a roach I spark another one
 Smoke breaks are few and far between
 Recreational time when I'm scheming
 In the confines of my backyard
 No worries to be on guard, surrounded by the fences tall
 Kids in the crib, my wiz mind her own biz
 Her time is her time, knowing his is his
 Letting me live
 It's nothing in this world like having the peace of mind
 That place all peace and calm
 Lounging with my feet up
 White and grey shell-toe Adidas
 Chilling, sweats on, the wife-beater
 Mac and my laptop, slingbox connect
 Watch Jeter hit a home run over the fence
 That's when I rolled another doobie, ain't no puff puff pass
 Every now and again I mix weed with hash
 Yes indeed, the essence I breathe
 Be that pleasure I crave when I light up to blaze
 That THC qualifies me for a PhD
 Cause I'm hands-on when I study, blowing smoke in my study
 Thick as a fog on a midsummer's night
 When the weather is warm
 Mi nah fuck with the bomb cause it's too strong
 Especially when it's Arizona Gold from Tuscon
 No sticks and stems, just heavy sour
 Hawaiian Eye, puff on spliffs of Maui
 Blowing that bubblegum, calm, not troublesome
 The weed man lovin' him
 Greeting him, not mean-mugging him
 Twisting pretzels minus the salt
 I'm as high as a gymnast doing flips and somersaults
 Tranquil as my feet in the sands of Antigua
 Lifted off the kick of the stash of Sonny Chiba
 Yes indeed, the essence I breathe be that pleasure I crave
 When I spark and blaze