Get Lifted

Uh-huh

Yeah

One two, one two

Fire up, fire up this smoke

Smokin' blunts

Mad Dog 2020 (fire up, fire up this smoke)

We gonna get funky

I grab the 40 rip off the skirt

Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks

When shit stick and no time to think

Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct

I puff a L and drink some liquor

Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin' sticker

As God as my witness, with the sickness

Of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus

My perpetual rebel intellectual

Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either

I float simply with the canibus setiva

As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures

And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures

If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head

Once said by a Ph.D. med

Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cause

Yeah (I get lifted)

Roll the Phillie and get (high, high)

Roll the ziggy and get (high, high)

I get lifted

Roll the Phillie and get (high, high)

Roll the ziggy and get (fire up this funk, fire up this funk)

This the real deal not a publicity stunt

I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin' blunts

But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream

Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen

I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire

Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher

I've been to college but to be truthfully frank

Weed is knowledge, 'cause it makes me think

I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah

Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia

And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin'

And you can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that

Yeah (I get lifted)

Roll a Phillie and get (high, high)

Roll a ziggy and get (fire up this funk)

Yeah (I get lifted)

Roll a Phillie and get (high, high)

Roll the ziggy and get (fire up this funk, fire up this funk)

Step into this intersection and take this rap

I got a vicious plot, but first take me by the weed spot

I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin' capers

Smokin' herb, and the bible papers (word)

But how does it feel when you got no fire?

And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side

What the fuck? Who the fuck wanna fuck

With the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha

What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus

And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus-pocus

So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond

So I can toke it with more wins than a python

Different strokes for different folks

He like the chocolate thai

You like to float with the green skunky smoke

Roll up a fat one and pass it around

Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, 'cause

Yeah (I get lifted)

Roll a Phillie and get (high, high)

Roll a ziggy and get (fire up this funk)

Yeah (I get lifted)

Puff a Phillie and get

Puff a ziggy and get (fire up this funk, fire up this funk)

Yeah (I get lifted)

Roll a Phillie and get (high, high)

Roll a ziggy and get (fire up this funk)

Yeah (I get lifted)

(High, high)

(Fire up this funk, fire up this funk)

Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit?

He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is