King Gordy The Great American Weed Smoker Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, the great American, King Gordy (Gordy)
I'm back, like I never left
Let's go

[Verse]
Off the California kush I'll have you on your roof panicking (Oh,God)
You're still askin' if I'm gonna push his ass on off
Thinks he's an astronaut, blasting off
Until his ass just falls on his back and cracks his skull (Oooh)
Dagnabitt, I'm back at it like crack addicts
There's back traffic, 'cause I stuck the light back up my glassy bowl
I'm on the grassy knoll smoking grass, I'm stoned laughing (Ha ha)
Askin' George Bush does he have some hoes lined up
But the whole time he's doin' lines, that's fine, but I ain't high
So why don't we try to find us some nice sluts
He's like: "Why? You can just go inside of my wife's butt." (Oh!)
While I'm in front, got her in there wide to suck my right nut Know why I like the Bushes, him and his wife like to try stuff
Matter of fact, while my pipe was inside of his wife cunt
I got him to sign a bill just to legalize kine buds (Yes)
His wife's sauce and mine got the right-to-light tight nugs
A head is, whatever is better than any white drug
So send him your letters, the Federal Judge might budge
If he says "never", we'll head over there when night comes
Put fav in his wifes' lungs (What)
Keep nan for the nice judge
Who said "f*ck you" like you don't warrant you a nice buzz
They don't trust you like you gon' f*ck somebody's life up
Well, hippies follow me down this marijuana trail
Through America, got some marijuana stories to tell