I know, I should go to hell for doing this. But I think it's fucking genius, and that's all that matters:
In west Orange County
born and raised
on the playground is where I spent
most of my days
chilling out, maxing
and relaxing all cool
and all shooting some marbles
outside of school
when a couple of stoners
they were up to no good
started getting high in our neighborhood
i took one little puff and my mom got scared
she said your moving
in with your auntie and uncle in Tulare
i whisted for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said Kush
and had a piece under the mirror
if anything i could say that this cab was rare
but i thought nah, forget it
yo ho to Tulare!
i-pulled- up to a house about seven or eight
i yelled to the cabbie peace out, smoke ya later
looked at my kingdom i was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of Tulare
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