FACE FACTS

You know I sized up my sacks with a couple extra grams D-Loc got a caddy, got a V-dub van X Daddy rolled a fatty asked him what's the plan He took a hit and while was ripped he said let's plan for land Let's smoke some weed Just a little somethin' somethin' Don't hate me, because I've got the country buzzin' Peeps got shocked you know the crow be jumping And my product blows like a chemical combustion Bulls names dust and I spit these customs aka D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin Don't be mad, be glad, tell ya dad 'Cause I'll be spitting rhymes you never knew I even had You know I parked into the zone I was double parked and got a ticket By a midget on a pony, called him shorty, started twitching Finger's clicking, while he's bitching Then I snapped, I had a vision I was leading in this useless race I had the pole position No more kidding And I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen I was dishing out some sex and meeting local woman fishing I keep wishing that you'd ease on up And quit it with your tripping Let's smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that, can he flip it Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Think you can out smoke me, well I'm callin' you a liar Cause my bowl, my bowl, I set my soul on fire I'm on my couch with my pouch and my phat JB Got some different types of weed about a pound of each Know this, they clip clean for the few that hit the bing And my phone rings my boy ask him what he need to bring I said some collard greens, some kale, some pop, and some ale And the freak we met last night I think her name was it Michelle Oh what the hell, just put out the word any hotty with the nerve Rictor said that he would serve Graduated high school back in '95 Started writing rhymes, laid more known to define A kid like me no less, I'm kind of fresh Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed I'm not the best just flexed on the next Daddy X planned the text, simply not complex I'll give it all got put the game to a test Keep writing rhymes and forget about the rest Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Oh damn, there he goes again Throwing his cigarettes out the window Blowing fog with logs sticky Indo You know it comes a dime a dozen A flow like Snoop, play it back and a cut it Ooh I think I'll pass on the brew And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth crew The big had ass, you know who Well, I really can't tell it there's a difference any more Going up or going down where's the elevator door Got some pimped out suite on the 13th Floor Black flags and my speakers blaring give me some more Now I guess I'll stay, blaze a hundred ways my brain craze Unlike those punk days, I stack the chips like Frito-Lays I've been to that place, fast cars, cheep thrills, funny looking pills Million dollar deals, three day orgies in the Hollywood Hills For reals I don't be speaking no myths Raised on punk rock riffs smoking spliffs by the cliffs And you and your crew's taking about what ifs Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks All this talk of getting blazed reminds me of reggae Sundays Lazy dreads and sweat and bust, the Crenshaw district, it was a must Burning spliffs to turn aside, little Jamaica by the record shops Drag and stop and craving it Ill stones jerk, check it, kickers on your clique All this talk of getting blazed reminds me of punk rock ways I'll be life never rock my boat But I need to know That's what's really going on Life's too short to be a victim If you don't like what you've got, respond The time has come to make a move, down to you to come up improve It's gotta make a change So choose Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Let's face facts Chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat Then we kick back, pimp cadillacs Smoke off pounds flip dime sacks Ganja business control America