Don’t Smoke K2

[Verse]
So don't smoke K2
God made weed, the government ain't cool
Hell naw (hell naw), Hell no
They got tapped cell phones, COINTELPRO
They got Metta World Order throwin' elbows
And a bunch of blood on they hands, its well known
And the only one who feel it is the bottom
The lower class try to keep up with the Krelboynes
That's class in the middle like Malcolm
Not X, not Little, not Jamal Warner
Ain't Theo, its Nat Geo
When the cheetah fangs rip into gazelle throat
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or Alpo? (Whoa)
Yo, just don't smoke K2, that
Synthetic dope, I mean
You got cats smoking bath salt and potpourri, just spazzin'
And 28 days later you be
Butt ass naked tryin' to eat somebody face off
That's pulled straight from the headline
I mean we all know a real good brother who
Sold mad weed got pinched by dirty
Undercover now that brothers doing fed time
Hustlin' to keep a seed up out the bread line
B-O squared, H-O squared
The eye on the dollar don't shed no tears
Now say hell naw (hell naw), hell no
I got more than enough reason to feel uneasy
You see me, I coulda flew planes in Tuskegee
Therefore, when I see Pfizer ads in mags
And the drug side effects sound the same as the diseases
It's sleazy
So don't smoke K2
God made weed, the government ain't cool
Hell naw (hell naw), Hell no
They got ads on TV how they sell dope

[Outro]
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope
Bitch I sell dope