I Could

Ya see I could make a mill, and don't have to sell drugs

Not Cypress

Hill, but

I like hittin' bongs

I could pack a bowl, but

I'm not Cheech and

Chong I can be a legend, and don't have to be great

I could smoke a roach, and do have to light bugs

I can be fat, and don't have to gain weight

I don't have to take a plane to fly high

I don't wanna live my life just to die

I can be a

DJ, and don't have to scratch

I can have a gun, and

I don't have to shoot

I can get a job, and try to earn a little loot

I could spark my cigarette with a lighter or match

I could be a bum and live in a box

I could move to your neighborhood, stayin' on your block

What is a beat if you don't have a groove?

I can't stop smokin' because

I can't kick the habit

I can like tricks, but

I'm not a silly rabbit

What is a jam if you don't come smooth?

I could grow a field of bud with a hand full of seeds

I could be the

President, and legalize ****

Damn