"7 Leaf Klover"
i remember way back when i was just native lad
steady ditchin class, steady smokin up some grass
just an empty sack, hit the dealer for another bag
just go to school, to meet the homies around the back
twistin up a grammy, with your aunty in her caddy
a pipe with a socket, from the brand name of stanley
steamroller, rollover, smoke myself sober
just another day, puffin that 7 leaf klover
strange strains to hold my brain, straight from kuwait
lock inside of a cage, of a cloudy smoky haze
straight blazed, blown away, the van i fumigate
days pass like the breeze, smokin state to state
from new mexico, to cali, nevada desert valleys
walking the vegas strip, to the walk way of bally's
the escalator ride, amongst the neon lights
the marijuana high, got a killa feelin divine
dirthy fitlthy swine, always seem to try
to take what is mine, and they do it all the time
if you got this problem put your flag in the sky
and tell em mother fuck you and put your fist up to fight

hook x2
LETS ALL FIGHT - til this game is over
WILL YOU DIE - for what brings you closer
IN THIS LIFE - you must hold composure
THERES NOTHING LIKE the "7 leaf klover"

somebody got me angry, crazy, raging like an animal
homicidal tendencides, with thoughts like a canniabal
all you need to calm my mind is a blunt to the mandible
smokin on that delta 9 tetrahydracannabilnol
see if i give a damn at all, about a damn thang
as long as i got some haze, im feelin rather straight.
its another day, safe, i always catch a break
a killa smokes correct, when he stops to stretch his legs
pack the peace pipe, apply the lighters lights
proceed to get high with expansion of your mind
resistance of time, slo motion play and rewind
if you livin life, this is surly a sign.
dirthy fitlthy swine, always seem to try
to take what is mine, and they do it all the time
if you got this problem put your flag in the sky
and tell em mother fuck you and put your fist up to fight