Lyric I Could

Ya see I could make a mill, and don t have to sell drugs
I could smoke a roach, and do have to light bugs
I could pack a bowl, but I m not Cheech and Chong
Not Cypress Hill, but I like hittin bongs
I can be fat, and don t have to gain weight
I can be a legend, and don t have to be great
I don t have to take a plane to fly high
I don t wanna live my life just to die
I can be a DJ, and don t have to scratch
I could spark my cigarette with a lighter or match
I can have a gun, and I don t have to shoot
I can get a job, and try to earn a little loot
I could be a bum and live in a box
I could move to your neighborhood, stayin on your block
I can like tricks, but I m not a silly rabbit
I can t stop smokin because I can t kick the habit
What is a jam if you don t come smooth?
What is a beat if you don t have a groove?
I could be the President, and legalize weed
I could grow a field of bud with a hand full of seeds
Damn