Like Louie Armstrong played the trumpet, I'll hit dat bong
and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props.
Cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow
my house down, head underground to the next town.
They get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the nine-deuce cad
Yes, I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream,
hide from the red light beam. Now do you believe in the unseen.
Look, but don't make you eyes strain. A nigga like me is goin' insane