Saturday, April 30, 1994

"P" Rap (1994)


“P” Rap

Hi Ho Hi Ho. It’s off the dope I grow
If you’ve never planted seed then ya just don’t know
First you sow, but ya just don’t throw
Not the surface of the ground but just below
Next important item—the H20
It’s gotta be pure as the melted snow
So to the mountains I go

Tell me more, brother, rap on

Well there’s ever so much more to be covered, son
Because of sentencing guidelines
Dontcha buy no gun
If they don’t stick ya in the ground
Then they’ll put you away
In some lightless tomb
Ya might as well be dead
So don’t forget what I said
No gun, no run, you see them pigs are fat
But rather than that
They’d just shoot you in the back
And that’s a fact

Now back to the story of the little bad seed
Grown up real sturdy
Well foliated weed
With just the warmth of the sun
And some dirt’s all you need
Make small patches so they won’t be (seed)
By the ‘lectronic eye, only feared by the greedy
Cuz more than 10#’s in 3 months is overdoin’ it
But if ya got it covered, brother, see to it. I’m in to it.

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