Face Facts

Figured out long time ago, nothing's as it seems don't you know
Go underground if you want the scoop
Cuz the population's out the loop

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-Loc got a Caddy, I got a V-Dub van
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him what's the plan
He took a hit, blew out his rip, and said, let's plant the land

You gotta smoke some weed just a little sumthin' sumthin'
Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin'
????, you know the crowd be jumpin'
On my product blows like a chemical combustion
Real name, Dustin, I spit these customs
A.K.A. D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin
Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad
Cuz I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had
?? walked into the sunlights
Double parked and got a ticket by a midget
On a pony, I called him Shorty, he started twitchin'
Fingers clickin' while he's bitchin' and I snapped
I had a vision, I was leading in the ?? restraints I had the pole position
No but kiddin' and I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen
I was dishin' out some sacks and me and Loc we were fishin'
I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin'
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candE flippin'

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp Caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Think you can out smoke me well I'm calling you a liar
Cuz my bowl my bowl I set on fire
I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB
Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each
No leaves, they're clipped clean
But the few they hit the bing
Then my phone rings, my boy ask him what he need to bring
I said some collar green, some kale, some pot, and some ale
And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh Michelle
Ah what the hell, just put out the word any hottie with the nerve
Richter said that he will serve
Graduated high school back in '95
Started writin' rhymes, laid low, I'm hard to find
A kid like me, no less, I'm kinda fresh
Discovered the weed took a hit and got blessed
I'm not the best, just flexed on the next
Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed
I'll give it all I got, put the game to a test
Keep writin' rhymes and forget about the rest

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp Caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Oooh damn, there he goes again
Throwin' his cigarettes out the window
Blowin' fog with logs sticky indo
You know it comes a dime a dozen
Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cuttin'
Woo, I think I'll pass on the brew
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew
The big bad ass, you know who
Well I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' Give Me Some More
Now a days I stay blazed a hundred ways my brain's crazed
Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like frito lays
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny looking pills, million dollar deals,
Three day orgies in the Hollywood Hills, for reals
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs, smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your krew's talking about what ifs

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp Caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

All this talk of gettin' blazed reminds me of reggae sundays
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must
Burnin' spliffs to ?? hittin' little Jamacia's rockin' record shops
??? in stock and cravin ?? eating ???

All this talk of gettin' blazed reminds me of punk rock ways
Babylon could never rock our boat ???
That's what's really goin' on life too short to be a victim
If you don't like what you got, respond
When time has come to make a move down to you to come up and prove
It's time to make a change so chose

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp Caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks