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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, this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, pass the blunt 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 get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause know when you grab this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, 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, this out man, this 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 man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I 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, open the, the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a
Some say on and on, but mean ON-ON!!
I got tired of new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
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 my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
I stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on bricks
Some it wasn't until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my so I won't mess with Sam
Ya the rhyme you stand still, some ask for refill
We your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so I battle no will
So mama I kill 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 make
Saw to be macho like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You battle? Bring your Moses
Forget fun-what time Moses
and someone goin' and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many fights in fought courts
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change course
Say mama say say mama say what?

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

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the 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 test the lantra
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the
Well 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 stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you like it was a bitch
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the pirates a telescope
and bomb 'em like it's
me my sword I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' and start an insurrection
A pirate had himself as one of my crew
But I saw and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey guy the the booty, I formed 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 walk the

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

(Pras)

I smell the of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot
The hammer and the hum
So when I get them someone will know where the hell I'm
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees my mack ten machine gun
The that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my
Makin' emcees walk a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the to the sessy
You can't write a rhyme the roots men-mentality
Cause no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
to rhyme so 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 made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant cheers
But the chant from my that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now I mean those that been since 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 teamed up with the - EH!!
all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you
So I roll by myself and that I my (BIT!!)
You you stayed around, you know my clip 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: Wyclef Jean & Hill)
Some thought we blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from