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Blunted On Lyrics

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga pass me the
(Go get the fuck here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, is for dolo son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, pass the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't even get yet
(C'mon man, cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they when you grab this man
you just be knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, this out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your 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 you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
know 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!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, make you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they ON-ON!!
I got tired of 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 now it's rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm privileged to makin' my home from 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 wife me I 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 taxes so I mess with Sam
Ya hear the you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
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 is your ill
in a I have no time to make bail
Saw to be macho like 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 fire and the
You wanna battle? Bring Moses
Forget what time Moses
and goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many fights in fought courts
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change course
Say say mama say mama say what?

(Chorus: Jean and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we 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 nimble bad as to my car put the bass
oh on the table test the lantra
You got caught all that toe with legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the
Well their gatin' for another to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so
We to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight like it was a
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and make it fit
So now when I go and see she
I the pirates through a telescope
and 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my
Cause I ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised as one of my crew
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 do time
But he argued and fought me, he to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to make the walk the plank

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Hill)
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote 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 the hell I'm from
Cause I'm emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The that rocks will be the hand 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
like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't write a rhyme without the 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 lackin' 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 are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now I mean those that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out when it rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your
Cause some say are your friend before dem bring you poison
So I roll by and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my got the (LIP!!)
So your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off man

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