Hunting

Twenty years with my crew,hunting was a game we played when we used to, didn't play it acting funny, kept our eyes on the birds and our ears on what's coming,I can see a bowolick,I'll bring the bugger down another pot for ma stomach,fishing comes real quick,smokes,bait,line on a stick,three bites then a pull,fish is on ma plate, belly's near full,few cones then I'm out,I'll wake the boys up if you there bro I'll shout,if not though cool,cause I'll be up bonging on,hot tea going smooth, you see me come sit down,gunja in the bowl cone peice in ma hand,go on cuz your cone,have another one I already had four,yubba gimme look,I got them fried fish here you got them hot chips cooked,we not Italian with a pizza,we'd rather smoke gunja getting high frying fish up,ma fire powers looking good,got ma four one o some bullets in ma shoe,I just saw a pig run,I got four dogs here now look they're gone,they'll catch him real quick,I'll be right there boy with this boom thunder stick,cuzzy what we do,we gonna cut him up here or carry him back full,better cut him up now,cause heavy weight cuz isn't good for us man,we got him on the land ,now we take him back home nice food for the Fam,do you remember this road,there was about two dogs and ten dead hogs,I remember real good, we used to walk this road coming out from the hood,even though we all stoned,we hear snap in the bush we just go in the zone,no adrenaline here,keep our hearts so cool like pop with a spear,while arriving back home I can't wait for the stew thats cooked on the stove,like pop with a spear.