"Twenty" lyrics - DEAD PREZ

[Chorus:]
What you smokin' on, nigga?
A twenty!
What kinda rims you ridin' on?
Twenty!

[Verse 1: M-1, sample]
Light up the glass bong, I'd like to pass along
A lil' story, I call it - A twenty!
You know, a dub sack, I know you like "what you talkin' 'bout?!"
I know you got one in your house somewhere, prolly in your sock
Yo, is it Skunk, or is it Choc?
Wait - before you roll it, homie, stop
Did you ever think about how did it get into the cellophane bag
From the hand of the dreadlocked man?
Up on Nostrand Avenue avenue, slid him a - A twenty!

Wheel up, selecta - start at the beginning...

Yo, in the Carribean, imagine you some ganja
Growin' in the sun, here come the marijuana farmer
Chop ya right, chop ya right, chop ya right down
Turn ya upside down, and hang ya 'til you're brown
Packed tight, midnight, they ship you to the coast
Some take the plane - but you? You on the boat
Right beside the money, which is right beside the coke
Passing by the Coast Guard, right under they nose
To the U.S.-heyyy, where anyone can get me
M-I-A, all the way to New York City
You a twenty now
Get lifted now
A twenty!
Let me hit it now

[Verse 2: uncredited reggae/dancehall singer]
Herbs for mi wine and enough in mi strong drink
Not acid nor coke, take that and ya can't cope
Nah ting straight, dem lose faith
After one taste, them get misplaced
But all day, dem so backward
Make dem a fight down di herb
That dem say no fair, an' dem know not dem prefer
Gimme di green ting, 'cause I hit and mi prepare
Any ting else - totally absurd!

[Chorus:]
What you smokin' on, nigga?
A twenty!
What kinda rims you ridin' on?
Twenty!

What you smokin' on, nigga?
A twenty!
What kinda rims you ridin' on?
Twenty!