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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 pass the man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the man (hold it man)
Whassup (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't even get 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)
Cause know when you grab this man
you just be knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no brothers to be out here man,
That's why try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your 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, the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do 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, open the, open the, the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll you walk like a doggy
say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got tired of new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it back to the of dawn
When Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's in the village
But I'm just privileged to my home from my spirit
So you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I on bricks
Some thoughts it until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't with Sam
Ya hear the you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for or real
Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no
So mama should I a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
How does it - when 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 a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah
Throw fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a and change your course
Say say mama say mama say what?

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

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

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

(Chorus: Wyclef & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
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 cannot
The and the barrel hum
So when I get them will know where the hell I'm from
I'm sprayin' emcees 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
is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them like a doggy
It's the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
to so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I 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 me at the movies I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I my (BIT!!)
You you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a you know you got to get off bricks man

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