Children of the Corn

Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone

I jump, wake up in a pourin' sweat
No bitch, no car, no corn, no coke, no paper, no pad
I'm goin' bad so I jet
I'm goin' on the block, even though my block hot
My Glock stay cocked
Soon as I spit up and walk, I see a nigga talkin'
Man, that look like Pac
To my surprise it is, I'm a nigga, Pac was talkin' to Wiz
About some dirty biz, and some niggas out front of town did
Man, where the corn at?
That's all I wanna know, black
Where and where it's at?
They told me it's over at the corner store with Big Moe
And they playing pool in the shack
Where's they ammo?
We got that torture, but I got something that can hold ya
Go to the store and get two guards
'Cause me and Pac, we stole something from the 'Nolia
Fa sho, so I'm on my journey to the store
I seen a nigga come across, half-assed and laughin'
That's Big Moe, talkin' 'bout, "Man, I got something for you"

Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone

My nerves jumpin' off, I'm on my last twenty bones
I ain't trippin', on my stomach, I'm tryna charge one to the dome
Scratch off to the block, boy, that I heard it's goin' on
Shot tip, 7/11, Perrier, you got me stoned
Smokin' on that, holla at me black
I know you got that good corn
And servin' niggas well, you know me, I'm your boy
Now it's funny how that corn can make you see some different shit
I can look through a fool and tell if he man or bitch
I spit some fire-ass game when I'm talkin' to a gimp
Then ease up out that pussy, just that quick
See, I need it in the morning, morning, noon, and night
On the all-night flight, when I'm stressed and feelin' right
That Perrier got me glossy, lookin' for some shoes
Let me take a walk over here down to this dude's

Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone
Smokin' on that ganja, pass me the corn
Holla at me black, I'm tryna get up in my zone

I'm gettin' high as a motherfucker, full of that shit
Tryna make some ends with my friends
'Cause I'm a 'bout it, 'bout it bitch
My nigga Glock take two hits and then he pass it to me
I inhale, then exhale, then let the smoke run free
My eyes tight, I'm gettin' hungry 'cause now I'm in the zone
Shit, it's hot as a motherfucker, nigga, turn the air on
So fuckin' 'noid, every minute, I'm constantly lookin' 'round
But I ain't scared, Ms. Peaches love to see gangsta shit go down
I'm a clown, throw me a gun before I can relieve some of this stress
Feels like I'm dyin', chokin' and coughin', gettin' smoke out my chest
All them real smokers know just what I'm talkin' about
Fuckin' with that corn'll have you trippin'
Damn, Uzi, I'm playin'?

Hungry as can be, stomach touchin' my back
Pullin' into Mickey D's, order me a Big Mac
Went to eat, but I can't, 'cause I'm sweet for a weed
Old Snoop Dogg done dropped me off a gang of that sticky green
I'm a fiend fa sho, and I love to get blowed
I go to thinkin' 'bout them hoes, takin' shotguns to the nose
Stress relief, escape from reality
That's what that good ol' corn be doin' for me
I gotta smoke it when I'm fuckin', gotta smoke it when I'm clubbin'
Movin' through my cardiovascular, feelin' lucky
Close my eyes, feelin' like I can fly
It's Monday night, twelve o'clock, headed to the Bottom Line
Pussy everywhere, and they eyes tight, too
Baby boo, we can clash, I got the sticky green stash