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Blunted On Lyrics

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga me the blunt
(Go get the fuck here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, pass the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the 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 just be ciphin' man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
why they want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your just go to another...
(Yo, but - money you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...

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

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

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

Who walks really for of listenin' to the drum-set
You silly bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table the super lantra
You got caught all that toe twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck,
I got a call Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip my rapper
I had to be right cause you like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic and make sure it fit
So now when I go and see she
I thought the pirates a telescope
and bomb 'em like make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I might on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to a him before he got through
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and told him he could do
But he argued and fought me, he tried to right
And so I took it upon myself to make the brother the plank

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

(Pras)

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

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