Tytuł: Bleezies-n heem

• Wykonawca: Mac Dre
• Wyświetleń: 310

  
   (Mac Dre talking)
  Hello my friend, How you do my friend? What would you like?
  Yes, what would you like?
  I want uh... pack of backwoods...pack of backwoods
  Give me a fifth of that privelege hennessy and uh... thats it
  Thank you very very much
  
  [Verse 1]
  What you know about me? I'm Mac Dreezy
  Call Hennessy, Heem, and a blunt a Bleezy
  I keep a fat sack wrapped in a backwood leave
  Smoke trees that make me look Japanese
  Green seedless, mean when I'm weedless
  Never in denial, I'm a fiend and I need this
  Any day is a bad day for Mac Dre
  When he aint got it, they ask why he act that way
  I smoke champ, cush and ???
  Man whats ???, bomb and sprayed
  I can't fade a beezy who can keep a bleezy
  Rolled for a neezy, I ask her What the feezy?
  I gotta have weed, to go get weed
  You dont like it, kiss my ass till your lips bleed
  This ones for the club so I'm kinda like keeping it clean
  Sing it with me yall, bleezies-N-heem,
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  I gots to have my dope
  Every where i go
  When they ask me whats my drank
  I say heem and what you thank
  
  [Verse 2]
  I L-O-V-E H double E-M
  I drink like ten of them things that swim
  He's heeming again is what they say when I come around
  I'll get dumb drunk and fuck up your compound
  Your building your establishment
  Mobbin' saying cuddie I'm hella bent
  Oh what a feeling when your looking at the ceiling
  And it's spinning and the earl starts spilling
  I drink heem when I perk don't like Erk and Jerk
  It don't work, when a nigga chillin'
  Might spill it on my Abercrombie Fitch
  Know I got the man not the liquor store witch
  Well baby would you please run and get
  Me another hennessy Fifth
  Bleezies-N-Heem...
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Fire up, lets get drunk
  Get your cup fill it up, don't be no punk
  A party aint a party if every damn body
  Aint lifted, and a little bit tipsy
  But don't drink and drive, I remember one time
  My cuddie joogy, wrapped this fifty, rap this with me
  And if you don't understand
  You a inbred, your daddy and your uncle was the same man
  I gotta have dope, every where i go
  When they ask me what I drank, I say heem what you thank?
  I gets heem in me, only substitute is remy
  In Sac with Jimmy, or in Portland with Kenny
  I'm danked out, drank out, can't talk, can't count
  If i want some more I'm making baby pull her bank out
  Who own a bomb boy? What do you mean?
  Sing it to him yall, bleezies-N-heem
  
  [Chorus 2x]