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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 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 man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
they know when you grab this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man
It makes your body just and mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we ciphin' 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 know a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's easier than me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you like a doggy
Some say on and on, but mean ON-ON!!
I got of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I to take it back to the break of dawn
Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home my spirit
So when you 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 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 taxes so I won't mess Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or
Cause Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so I battle no will
So mama should I kill a man like Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
How does it feel - when a monkey is 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, where did their bodies go, God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your
Forget fun-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, on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many in fought courts boss
lost, so toss a nickel and change your course
Say mama say say mama say what?

(Chorus: Jean and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
thought 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 listenin' to the
You silly bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table test the super
You got all that toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to his neck, check
I got a call Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my
I had to be right cause you fight like it was a
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now when I go and see she
I the pirates through a telescope
and bomb 'em like it's
Blow me my sword I out for my
Cause I might ship on landin' side and 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 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 walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I smell the blood of an run son
Ya see the man understand
The and the barrel hum
So when I get them someone will where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my ten machine gun
The hand 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 of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees like 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 without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the with the skilly
to rhyme so I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it 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 from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I 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' Black Man
I need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I my (BIT!!)
You wished you around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your 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
Cause we far, from reality
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
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality