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Bizarre
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Whoo, this is a wonderful day The sun is shinin', it's 85 degrees in Detroit, Michigan The kids is outside playin' and I'm happy, I'm happy 'Cause I just came from 36 Dichan Court and I'm a free man Now I'm a go to the store, they give me a bird lie and a fat bag of weed
Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb Christmas tree's, leany B's, all types of weeds Meds, hydro even mygrill
Shit, I don't rap for weed Freestyles, hooks whatever you need Come to my house, we can go to the G- Room Take some 'shrooms and look up at the moon
Take off your shoes, relax your feet While I roll some herb and roll them fat's beat Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat? 'Cause you know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets
I smoke so much weed, my pee is green Next week it'll be all clean Bizarre's in the back, '84 'Lac Poppin' some pills, listenin' to 'Free Want Back'
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Ha, I'm from Detroit, bitch, where nothin' is splendid I with niggas and light up trees like the month of December I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies, drop them off Long Island Allow me to finish this off with a Valium
Now we isn't go zombies gettin' in touch And hip hop and R'n'B, laughin' at shit around me You overstep your boundaries, I ain't slappin' your hand, You tryna snatch my gans, I'm in the casino slangin' Vicodine
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Cloudy, what can you say a nigga that's slick? Old dust and Saudi Arabia and I can pro'bly I'll be smoky as a kettle black, if you ain't Clinton You inhalin' that, so I'm a force you to smoke for the hell of it
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up Hood pry, unified, G's up, ride or die Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for an eye
Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life Homies hangin' at the pool hall out on the block shootin' dice Every set of pushups is for my locked up comrades And for the ones we lost durin' combat
Pourin' out Cognac on the concrete Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street My life is full of pain but it's positive still Now that I'm hip to the game, I'm harder to kill
Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the higher Watch out for the cars, little homie You the cars, little homie, yes, you are, little homie We all stars, little homie
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Some of them old Jay Z, I'm high of bladders Sam cook, so you know what the hell is the melt green? I need a makeup, gimme a power that [Incomprehensible] I wanna
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