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Blunted On Lyrics

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga me the blunt
(Go get the outta here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I even get charged yet
(C'mon man, cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
they know when you grab this man
you be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It your body just and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the blunt)
I know you shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, make you walk like a doggy
say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al
Bootleg is sellin' now rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just to makin' my home from my spirit
So when you me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on
thoughts it wasn't until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so I battle no will
So mama should I a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no so I pleadin' my own appeal
How does it feel - a monkey is your ill
in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to bail
Saw someone to be macho fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring Moses
Forget what fun-what time
and goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the dog, yeah hawk
Throw many in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change course
Say mama say mama say say what?

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Hill)
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the badder run the (TENT!!)

Who walks really for of listenin' to the drum-set
You silly nimble bad as to my car put the bass
oh on the table test the super
You got caught all toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and a Gin on the Tech
Well gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so
We used to be 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight it was a bitch
I had to the rhythmic pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the through a telescope
and bomb 'em like make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my
I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him before he got
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed a ram
I an ultimatum and told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust
And so I it upon myself to make the brother walk the plank

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Hill)
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from
Some thought we blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality

(Pras)

I smell the of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man understand
The hammer and the hum
So when I get someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten gun
The hand that rocks will be the of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the of my tum-tum
emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the with the skilly
to so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
it from a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I guess they me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant cheers
But the chant my peers that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that since the beginnin'
(cause some of cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the - EH!!
all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, hooray to your hip
And if hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man

(Chorus: Jean & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
Cause we were far, reality
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
we were far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality