The Cactus Lyrics - The Cactus Album - 3rd Bass

Verse 1 

3rd bass deals with the first place 

of where your mind is 

the kind of stuff that you want to smoke blunts with 

take pictures, like allen funt would. 

snapshots get the crack hot 

good to get it, but don't sweat it 

cause if you pursue she'll chalk the cue 

and boom, stroke the 8 ball 

stick and run and were having fun 

prickin my cactus like I'm shooting my gun 

quickly til it explodes and I unload 

the cactus 

Verse 2 

I stand for lust of quenchin, 

G sit on cactus and rotate 

enough time to clock a digit 

ass so large it won't quit 

so I step to kick to 

the oval office in my intro 

throwin low bass to the third line 

a girl on mines a prop 

so I found loops to hold 

and then a boomin butt to go 

to go lo solo readily 

it's the cactus behind door 3 

Verse 3 

The smart villain, chillin like Gilligan 

out on an island 

fishin with my string and bamboo 

caught somethin in a see thru nighty 

might be a little tasty A 300 pound white girl 

no on to see this, boom I dropped my fluid like a chemist 

shes contained and I'm a lame brain 

but doing the wild thing 

kicked the fat thing off of my swing 

larger than Jim Backus it's the cactus 

Verse 4 

No boots your money spent 

last call for toxicants 

one move to reach a throttle 

eyesight is through a goggle 

I trips to the hype type 

good looking in the dark light 

it's appetizing to conversate 

to a fossil pushing 58 

all bags and her butt sags 

in the desert no price tag 

a household tool and a stank ho 

the cactus turned Hammers mother out