One, two, booya!

I smoke two joints in the morning, but I never can get it right
If I can't find the bong, I'll look where I hid it last night
If I hid it from my posse
His name was Jim, he is this hippie from Capistrano
And everywhere he go, yes, he bring me those seeds
And if he wanna party, said, it go like this
He say, "I got a little mushroom. Eat, I'll be back"
And if I wanna smoke it, yo, will make you feel alright
We gotta
But, you know, you smoke that shit
You gon' rhyme, on time
You gon' line up, or wait for shit
All you do, I get sick of it
I get bagged down, I wanna know what's up
Jimmy, why you gotta do that shit so far?
I get his blood in my eye, stings in my brain
A lot of things, a lot like it's not insane
Not like my people, got my eyes aside
And if I smoke rock, it make me feel alright
I got the green herbs kicking by my bed
And in the morning, gonna go to my head
If I start to feel like I'm pent
You know what, I really feel, I feel
I feel like I got my head to the curb
Unless I got a little bitty bag of herb
And if I got the green, gonna make a scene
I'm gonna smoke it all over and make me feel big
I got
You know what?
Because Jimmy he once told me, "Gotta be a hard smoking man"
And Jimmy, he once told me:
"Smoke as much green bud as you can."
Then one day, I met a man, who came to me and said:
"Hard work good, and hard work fine
But never trust a dead head"
Yeah

Mama once told me, "Be a hard working man"
Daddy, he once told me, "I'm gonna do the best you can"
Then, one day, I met a man who came to me and said:
"Hard work good, and hard work fine, first take care of head"

Purple's in my brain, hey, purple's into my brain
I'll go do those thing to my brain, I said do you wanna go insane?