311 - Offbeat Bare Ass lyrics

Any different people can apply
To drop the funk
It's not a country club review
Board steady talkin junk
Many people would have it others
Go put and grab it
Some trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunk
I put it in a limerick and
Kick the slick nick verbs
I am the one who scores the herb
When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up
Throw me a joint on stage what's up
I will tell a cop that
I know my fucking rights
And we can match wit's all night for real
He said if I had nothing to hide
Then of course I wouldn't mind if
He looked through our ride
Uh, no I'd really rather you didn't
And no we don't have guns hidden
We stood there for a while continue to
Decline firmly, I didn't lose my mind
I didn't let him break me
He's just another human
Not a bit of shame in what
We were doin' that day
He couldn't make us stay
We had our shit together
It don't matter whether
We sport the dread locks or a shaved head
Or if we have a sticker from the dead
I said a better verse rehearsed
About the roughneck curse
Last week I keep an even
Keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute

Never could see my homey
Comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all
The day I couldn't laugh
Oh by now I'm chill with it
Bare ass in my face I'm ok but
Chad's like "Uh uh no he isn't"
So I proceed to hear him get loose with the
Fartin' all over my face sometimes my tummy
He fucked with my flow although
I thought it funny
I probably wouldn't care if I
Smoked more kind bud
But that wouldn't do me shit cuz
Then he'd fuck me more up
Crazy ill and chillin' rude but
I'ze a real cool dude
He didn't believe the day would come
When he would get his too
But then one day right in front
Of his face I got him
He looked over said "God damn
Get me some water"
The one time I hadn't wasted till I got mine
Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime
So you get it the picture just
How sick we were then
But before I jet "Hey yo
Chad sniff my finger man"

I can see a lot of people who feel like I do
I can see a lot of people
Who feel like I don't
I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy
High jump the slump open up
For the Reverend Horton Heat
Sweet what am I displayin' forgot
What I was saying i know I must be laying a
Pipe you got a gripe with the way I get high
Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a
Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim
When everybody knows jail terms
Should be picked in
Order of the pain that they cause
Do what thou wilt shall be
The whole of the law
Until you violate the rights of another
Respect the space of your
Sister and your brother
The war on drugs may be well intentioned
But it falls fucking flat when
You stop and mention
The overcrowded prisons where a
Rapists gets paroled
To make room for a dude who has sold
A pound of weed to me that's a crime
Here's to good people doin time y'all