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Ghetto Music
Bizarre feat. Swifty, stic.man & King Gordy
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Hey yo, this is your high guy in the sky, flying by
And right now I'm probably on Van Dyke and Harper
Smokin' a long one paper swisher of some fire ass greens
Which is way more important than returning your phone calls
And listening to any messages that you have left me
Please have a fucked up day
Whoo! This is a wonderful day
The sun is shinin', it's 85 degrees in Detroit, Michigan! (yeah)
The kids is outside playin' (alright)
And I'm happy, I'm happy
Cause I just came from 36 Dichan Court
And I'm a free man (alright)
Now I'm a go to the store, and get me a bud
And a fat, bag of weed
Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs! (Ahh!)
Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb (whoo)
Christmas trees, leany B's, all types of greens
Meds, hydro even mint green?
Shiit, I don't rap for weed! (Hahaha)
Freestyles hooks, whatever you need (whatever, dog)
Come to my house we can go to the G-room
Take some shrooms, and look up at the moon! (aAhh)
Kick off your shoes, relax your feet
While I roll some herb and roll up a fat sweet
Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat
Cause you know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets
I smoke so much weed, my pee is green
Next week, it'd be all clean
Bizarre's in the back, 84 'Lac
Poppin' some pills listenin' to Fleetwood Mac
Yes, I wanna get high (get high)
And listen to music! (listen to music)
Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hipp-hop)
Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music)
Yes, I wanna get high (get high)
And listen to music (listen to music)
Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music (ghetto music)
Ha! I'm from Detroit, bitch, where nothin' is splendid
I'm with niggas that light up trees like the month of December
I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies, drownin' Long Island
Allow me to finish this off with a Valium
Now we, physical zombies gettin' in touch with hip hop
And R&B, laughin' at shit around me (yeah, niggas)
You overstep your boundaries, I ain't slappin' your hand
You tryna snatch my gan, I'm in casinos slangin' Vicodin
Cloudy, what can you say to niggas that sniff?
More dust than Saudi Arabia and I get rowdy
I'll be smoky as a kettle black
If you ain't Clinton, then you inhaling that
Yo I'ma force you to smoke hella crack
Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high)
And listen to music (listen to music)
Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music (ghetto music)
Yes, I wanna get high! (get high)
And listen to music (listen to music)
Some of that good old hip-hop (hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music (ghetto music)
I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up
Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up
Hood pry, unified, G's up, ride or die
Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for a eye
Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life
Homies hangin' at the pool hall, out on the block, shootin' dice
Every set of push ups is for my locked up comrads
And for the ones we lost during combat
Pourin' out Cogniac on the concrete
Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street
My life is full of pain, but it's positive, still
Now that I'm hip to the game, I'm harder to kill
Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the hydros, watch out for the cars, lil homie
You the cards, lil' homie
Yes, you are, lil' homie
We all stars, lil' homie
Yes, I wanna get high (get high)
And listen to music (listen to music)
Some of that good old hip-hop (hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music (ghetto music)
Yes, I wanna get high (get high)
And listen to music (listen to music)
Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music)
Some of them old Jay-Z
Or higher blaze! (Yes!)
Sam Cooke! Some Al Green, Anita Baker
Give me a pound of that
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