King Gordy - The Great American Weed Smoker lyrics

Yeah, the great American, King Gordy (Gordy)
I'm back, like I never left let's go

Off the California kush I'll have
You on your roof panicking (Oh, God)
You're still askin' if I'm gonna
Push his ass on off
Thinks he's an astronaut, blasting off
Until his ass just falls on his
Back and cracks his skull (Oooh)
Dagnabitt, I'm back at it like crack addicts
There's back traffic
'cause I stuck the light back
Up my glassy bowl
I'm on the grassy knoll smoking grass
I'm stoned laughing (Ha ha)
Askin' George Bush does he have
Some hoes lined up but the whole time he's
Doin' lines, that's fine, but I ain't high
So why don't we try to
Find us some nice sluts
He's like: "Why? You can just go
Inside of my wife's butt" (Oh)
While I'm in front
Got her in there wide to suck my right nut
Know why I like the Bushes
Him and his wife like to try stuff
Matter of fact
While my pipe was inside of his wife cunt
I got him to sign a bill
Just to legalize kine buds (Yes)
His wife's sauce and mine got
The right-to-light tight nugs a head is
Whatever is better than any white drug
So send him your letters
The Federal Judge might budge
If he says "never"
We'll head over there when night comes
Put fav in his wifes' lungs (What)
Keep nan for the nice judge
Who said "fuck you" like you don't
Warrant you a nice buzz
They don't trust you like you
Gon' fuck somebody's life up
Well, hippies follow me down
This marijuana trail through America
Got some marijuana stories to tell