ACID JAZZ

So check it out,
Back in '83,
I was smokin' up a bit of the pot, 
Cops were on the trail,
They were gettin' mighty hot.

I said to Chico.
Man, we gotta get lost.
But there was no Chico there.
When the cops came,
We were gonna get tossed.

So we be outta here!

My mellon was smellin' putrid,
I had to dispense of it,
When outta the blue behind a cloud or two,
God said, "Son, you gotta get rid of that shit!"

Uh-oh, what's this hoe?
Got an extra left toe on the down-low?

My melon by this time,
was nowhere to be found,
I turned to my bro Alfredo,
I turned around,
But there was no Alfredo present.

YEAH!