Written By: Don Woppert
Recorded At: Hangar 420
Produced By: SLM
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Track #10 on "Now Is The Time" (2006)
Don Woppert - Guitar, Vocals
Matt Ostlund - Saxaphone
Dan Hill - Guitar
Ted Noble - Drums
Steve Kendziora - Bass
What’s up punk you better look me in the eyes. I’m coming blazing fists throwing punches before you can hide.
You like my girl she’s a top ten been looking real fine, the only problem was you didn’t know she was mine.
Get back up for round two been looking at you. Your silly face you’re looking beaten and bloody and blue.
Ill put you down for another round been hitting the ground you better stay down you better stay down.
Were always chilling and smoking when time needs killing. I’m rolling high with my super fly honey means money.
you got no chance no moves no style no poise, one touch and shell be making some noise
you got to play it smooth making your move and putting on the groove to get her going and get those tasty juices flowing.
Were rolling chill with the nuggets that kill and we don’t stop puffing till we get our fill
What is the time? It’s twenty after Cuatro and we’re getting high off the kind.
Come along with me, pass it to the left and you’ll be laughing now just wait and see.
Were taking it on to the back I’m riding in a Cadillac cruising down the street to the beat
with a permanent smile on my face for a mile with a case and a vile and some space to find a party before it gets too late.
Because I stuff my bowls large you know I don’t pack em skimpy. I love getting high all watching ren and stimpy.
Kissing and hugging the people all jumping you know that Steve is the man that keeps the bass pumping.
He’s a cool dude you know he really can play just when were burning down those doobies yeah we do it all day.
He’s a deep hitting thriller living off the mighty mite. That’s right all night we smoking buds that are the killer kind
Aint hard to find in my town we frown on the people bring around that icky brown we don’t need no seedy weedy with stems
because my gardener sends me all the buds from the tastiest blends
What is the time? It’s twenty after Cuatro and we’re getting high off the kind.
Come along with me, pass it to the left and you’ll be laughing now just wait and see.
