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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, this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the man (hold it man)
man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, take 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 tryin' to keep away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know you grab this man
you just be knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why 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 just and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - money you is too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you shit, burn the fuck 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, open the, the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you like a doggy
say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got tired of new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to 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' like a body on a
I don't stand, don't stand, wife me I construct on bricks
Some thoughts it until he said: "He sunk 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 move 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 no will
So mama should I kill a man 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 make
Saw someone to be macho like fritches got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the
You wanna Bring your Moses
Forget what fun-what Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Douglass
the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah
Throw many fights in fought courts
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change course
Say mama say mama say say what?

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

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

Who walks really for lack of to the drum-set
You silly bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table test the lantra
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
their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and sure it fit
So now when I go and see she
I the pirates through a telescope
and 'em like it's make-believe
me my sword I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' and start an insurrection
A had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I like a ram
I gave an and told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust
And so I took it upon myself to make the walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I smell the of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man understand
The and the barrel hum
So I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my
Makin' walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the
You can't write a rhyme the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy the skilly
to rhyme so dope I up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky 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 from
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been the beginnin'
(cause of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Man
I didn't need Batman, he up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you
So I roll by myself and I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you around, you know 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 & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
Some thought we blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality