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(Devin)
Man I'm so high, I haven't landed yet Don't know if I will, ever come down from this buzz that I feel And I also got some kill yep, as if you didn't know Nine times outa ten I'm ready, steady stayin' blowed After unloadin' my shawties comin' back from QT I fire up a doobie, you do you, I do me There's people concerned about my health but they won't tell me I don't even try to play it off, shit I know they smell me (What is he on?) That's what they say when I leave (What is he smokin' is you sho' it's just weed?) I used to stay at the crib, seldom come out 'Cus they think my wealth and my health goes together somehow I tried this, I tried that, I'm hooked on nuttin' but love So it's hard to say "fuck what people thinkin' of" I dip in, I dip out, I go here, I go there And I'm *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) Smokin' weed, feelin' fine, steady gettin' blowed Makin' niggaz understand and I'm lettin' these hoes know (Devin) Don't keep steppin', steady stayin' on the scene Doin' what I want to do But some say that I'm takin' it to the X-treme I'm higher, than a thumb tac on a flyer Of Reeba Macintyre in the hood it's all good It's understood by my niggaz and I figure they know If they got a sweet and some heat I got some weed and gon' blow I toat across the nation, like a ten year vacation My fuel tank is low but no I can't run outa patience Gotta *Vocal Scratch* keep goin' Let 'em know that I be *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) Man I'm so high. Who am I? Oh yeah, Devin Cloud-10 was aight but I'm damn near at eleven Feelin' fine, killin' time well, not exactly I try to stay uplifted so that bullshit can pass me Some niggaz think I'm soft, so they try to harass me Some think I'm smart, some think I'm dumb, some think I'm trashy Ask me who got that good-good shit I probably know 'Cus I'm *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) *And I'm steady gettin' blowed... steady gettin' blowed* (Talking) Gettin' high off whatever you get high off of Get high off life Matter fact, whatever your high may be Get high to the extreme *And I'm steady gettin' blowed* You know why? ('Cus I'mon get high) (Hook) |
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| 3. |
| 4:28 |
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(Chorus - repeat 2X)
Our life used to be so wonderful yeeaah but ooo look at me now (Devin the Dude) Ya lookin at me strange I got my weed I got my drank and other thangs I been trying to adjust and focus I want to quit drinkin this shit but, no luck no bucks at the end of the night and I'm drunk the crown royal Hennessy and Budweiser's no punk nobody to save me with the proper technique but I can't point the finger at nobody but me but now I lose, I've been used, I've been lied on I used to be private but now I feel I'm being spied on it used to be so wonderful and so care free but now the evilness tries to run up and scare me and dare me to do somethin wrong somethin crazy somethin wild was I thinkin or did I actually shoot 2 people and smile hidin bodies in the back of an ol' school 'llac I forgot alot of shit but now I know for a fact that (Chorus) - 2X (Devin the Dude) It used to be no wonders about who ain't feelin me no spouse runnin through the house aimed at killin me no love lost because emotions are deep and no worries about where to go and no secrets to keep but look at me now it seems that everybody know where I been and even where I gotta go and they'll try to help me out if it would benefit them but if not they'll probably be like fuck him but I can't get mad at em' I probably had em' by my side maybe they think my promiseswas premeditated lies and at a blink of an eye somehow I'm not trust-worthy the purest heart you've ever known is now just dirty I used to come through wit all kinds of bags of goodies pocket full of change never have to ask for pussy gettin the party started like lickity split but now when I come through all they say is aww shit (Chorus) - 2X (Devin the Dude) how can I win when situation seems kinda sticky get relief without reachin for me a 40 oz mickey or a pick me up would only lay me down flat noddin off wakin up wonderin where I'm at aw shit, damn where did everybody go how did I end up on the floor I can't find my bill fold and I got my keys and my car's been towed I'm out walkin tryin to find the niggas lookin at me throwed ohh always me break out the violins (get up and try again before you sin again) what aww who is that I'm hearin shit gatherin my thoughts is like tryin to build a pyramid now I'm finally realizin it's all simple It's how you take it like a pimple on ya face you bust it you break it you scrape it off and uh what you do is what you can do it's what a man do anyway anyhow I'm a cool brother (Chorus) - 3X |
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| 6. |
| 5:34 |
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Once Upon the wings of love
I dashed up on the craft wrinkled foreheads greet me, but I'm high therefore I laugh attendants rush me, to check my bags they said "hurry, cuz we 15 minutes behind we have one seat left and its way in the back it shouldnt be too hard to find, go sit down." I said aiite bitch, but I said it kinda low It won't no problem go towards the back I go had a little weed on me didn't want it to show some helicopter took my patna 3 months to grow so, I slid to the rear to find my chair Hey pretty girl is this my chair here? the key Y) didn't even crack a smile She smelt my black and Mild she think I be actin wild and she refused to move her purse out the little little seat freak trying to get the dude to curse wanted a nigga to rant and rave just because of my color, thinkin I cant behave I said, "Pardon me ma'am, excuse me miss But there's no reason for you to be pissed I done payed my dues, payed my bills and fees Just wanna sit by the window here while I'm feeling the breeze" caise (chorus) Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate trying to find a way to feel just like this way everyday Breezier, Breezier Breezier, Breezier Breezier, Breezier Attendants walked the asles as if we were in some type of camp I seen all my belongings, big and small things disappearing underneath on ramp man, I started feeling kinda wicked should have never bought a ticket put on my seat belt in case we land in shit creek I had to grit me teeth but then things kinda felt in place I couldnt wait, broke out my big bag put it on the tray table wheels start rolling, table wouldnt stay stable Waiter walked up and said do you want a beer? I said yeah, he got happy start doing a cheer He gave a bag of nuts to the nigga next in line Put on a gas mask and pointed to the exit sign I'm checkin it odd, I'm feeling the breeze and everybody on the plane lookin at me, cause (Chorus) Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate tryin to find a way to feel just like this everyday Breezier, Breezier x3 The weather started getting rough and the big ass plane shook I started trippin, cause everybody was flippin and dippin and even hiding pocket books from crooks I'm like look I know its kinda scary, its a long way down you should have had your shit together when you was on the ground aint no time for whining and crying about dying cause when its your time, its your time, but right now I'm (chorus) feel so Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate trying to find a way to feel just like this everyday |
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| 7. |
| 5:08 |
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[Verse 1:]
Im A Cool Like Fellow - Lay Back Mellow Smokin' Out Type Of Dude How Does A Lacville Rollin' - Ghetto Rollin' Guy Get A Girl Like You Im Curious But Serious - Tell Me What Kind Of Chances Do I Have With You - Kuz Really I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute Lets Take A Walk And We Can Talk And Smoka A Stoge Girl ( Shutup Boy) You Oughtta Hola At A Nigga Like Me Girl (Shutup Boy) Now Should I Leave Or Stay Around (Stay Around) (I Don't Know) Well Sometimes Can I Take You Out Girl (Sure) (Maybe So) [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You [Bridge:] Im A Cool Type Chick - You Aint Got To Trip But I Was Startin' To Trip On You I Know You Saw Me Looking At You I Thought You Thought You Were Too Cute So I Told Myself - I Know I Could Find Another Guy Who Wants To Be With Me All Night I Turned Around And It Was You (Hey How You Doin' Girl Wats Up Wit It) I Don't Think You Can Handle This - Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoo ( I Whoo Whoo You Girl) I Don't Think You Are Ready For This (Girl Im Ready Right Now) I Don't Think So No No Do You Really Want - This Poon Well Guess What - You Cant Have It - Not Right Now [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You [Verse 2:] Cutey Pie You Be Why I Be Up All Night I Hit You On Your Pager But You Wont Call Back Am I Wastin' My Time - I Wanna Know Before I Go Too Far I Know That Everybody Know Who You Are Don't Be Afraid Or Ashamed - I Got Game And Im Next Pass It To Me I'll Hit Panties All Nets (Swish) I Wish Upon A Star But Where You Are - I Don't Know Now Im Doing What I Shouldve Did A Long Time Ago [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You |
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| 4:08 |
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(Devin the Dude)
Don't Go, No girl (don't go just yet baby) I'm surprised you tried to compromise and not supply me with The pleasure of touching you tenderly, at least a tit Shit, a nipple or something, Just let me tickle it with my pinkie And play with your, well you know, get my middle finger stankin' (Girl: Hey don't touch that) I was just kidding but you was crunk at the club, now we're alone and you bullshittin Kissin' all on my neck, squeezing all on my shit You getting yourself all wet, simply for the funk of it Why don't you get undressed, lay back, let me massage ya I won't tell Timmy, if you won't tell Tosha Everything should be Kosh-er, well you know kosher Why let your lips hang, let 'em sing like they supposed to (My name's Cecile) Pass the sweet around and hush Don't pull my third leg and I won't beat around your bush I put 15 dollars in the tank to come and get ya Now you ready to go and want me to wait til Wednesday to get with ya (Chorus) I got ta go Where you got to go? Don't go to soon Where you got to go? Another day wasted Shoulda told you I couldn't make it A nigga damn near masturbated But I waited I told myself that I would quit Fuckin with ya, after I can tell all my friends that I hit But now its Blue Ball Tuesday I may be out but I'm not down I hit the town, neighbors frown Hearing my ultrasound I couldn't hear my phone But when I checked it, a message Opened it up and read it It was you, saying come get it Hey, sure you ready? I mean, you felt it before, you know its heavy And hard; you have me 'bout to nut just thinking of you Those titties, that ass, girl I think I love you Devin (talking on phone): I'll be there about 10 What you got on? You haven't been drinking have you? Oh yeah, you want some more? What? What do you mean somebody at the door? Hello? I gotta go Why you gotta go? Don't Go just yet baby Her man came home soooooon And then she saw him walk straight into the room She was just on the phone luckily Talking to a strong-boned nigga like me I, detour to the left, mashed on the gas Dick hard, hard times, I'm mad, gave the gas another smash But fuck it, I'll get another chance Cause tomorrow she's gonna borrow her mother's van And that's a whole lot of room for the boom-shaka-laka I've been spending time, thinking on how soon I can fuck her But seems the bitch ain't gonna get no dick somewhat like Lassie Cause her momma's takin the van to visit her Auntie in Tallahassee I gotta go Where you gotta go? I gotta go Baby don't go, don't go I gotta go Where you gotta go? |
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| 4:35 |
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| 5:19 |
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| 5:48 |
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| 12. |
| 4:51 |
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| 13. |
| 5:41 |
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Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin at all
Anythang is plenty man Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin at all Anythang is plenty man You ain't the only one who got problems You ain't the only one who knows pain Get up off your ass and just solve it You still got a chance to try to change - try this shit again [Refrain] Really ain't no need for self pity Cryin when there's no one else around Life I know sometimes can get shitty Even shittier when sleepin on the ground - no need to complain [Refrain] [Interlude] [Refrain] You ain't the only one who got problems You ain't the only one who knows pain Get up off your ass and just solve it You still got a chance to try to change - try this shit again Really ain't no need for self pity Cryin when there's no one else around Life I know sometimes can get shitty Even shittier when sleepin on the ground - no need to complain [Refrain] Notihin at all - nothin at all - anything is plenty man I hope you realize that everybody gonna need somebody sometime Anythang is plenty man and is better than an' nothin at all Anythang is plenty man.. |
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| 5:05 |
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| 15. |
| 4:55 |
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[Verse One]
Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine K, reefer, dank, sell ya boy a plump dime Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot We gotta get some mo' because this O is all we got Smokin' everyday I can't let go Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean Perfecto Neighbors they say they smell this shit from next do' And they keep me outta they house because they know I'ma fiend Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines Took the money to my Mexican partner his names Malito (What's up wetback? - *?spanish?*) We go way back, we'd lay back in his crib and get drunk He always keeps some sess, but see sometimes he get's skunk And he calls me when he get it, cause he know I'm with it And he tell me that's it's good but I'll believe it when I hit it I'll show up with a cigar and then he bring out this bong And before we get high we start singin' this song [Chorus] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) [Verse Two] Smokin' weed really ain't nothin' to brag about Unless ya got friends like mine, look at this big bag I got Straight from Jamaica from that nigga Naughty Dread He got some shit with just one hit I bet yo' eyes get red And he call his weed cali, smoke it in the challis "Take ya shoes off boy and try not to be careless" We be jammin' to the reggae music feelin' every note Both of our heads bobbin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say "Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon." I'm blowed, he blowed, we high He got pounds of weed in the other room, knee high And my nigga ain't greedy, he gives to the needy He put me down with weed and I hook him up with beadies We be trippin' off people who think weed makes you forget But you was...uh..shit [Chorus] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) [Verse Three] Niggas smokin' sweets, dimes, ounces to quarters We pass the sess around in chronological order But when ain't nobody got no weed shit seems to be hopeless I know an old school weed smoker named Keofris He always keep killa cause all he do is roll jokers It's good for his cataracts and help him stay focused He say him and a couple of his friends back in the game They used to sing R & B the shoopdey doowop thang They had bowl cuts they eyes tight lookin' like Chinamen They had to switch up and change they name every now and then Finally tried to be they self but people wouldn't accept it Shit started gettin' strange so they say fuck it and left it He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin' If weed helps ya with the music keep the Sweets blowin' One day you'll get some money, you can buy me some teeth I wanna see ya make it boy, ya kinda remind me of me Cause I love the reefer" [Chorus] [x2] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) (Devin talking over hook) Pops you out Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG's who used to listen to The OJays Shit, hell this even for the BG's (Devin sings hook in little Mexican voice til fade) |
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| 16. |
| 3:49 |
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(feat. KB, Man Child)
[Hook:] Cut... Cut...Cut... Get Funky... [Devin the Dude:] If you're really, really ready to party Then let me hear everybody Say "we came to party" (we came to party) I say 1 2 3 in the place to be It's DEV on the MIC I'm a one of a kind, I rock shock your mind I put this dick on your back and try to break your spine Yo I'm not as rich as the rest of the game But I mack you bitches just the same Say you're ready to jam well you ain't said shit You were trying to find a party, well this is it [KB:] Well I am Thunderpipe and I'd like to say "shalom" I say if that kind ain't lbs, will I cut the bitch, hell no I love collared greens, with lima beans, chicken, cornbread, Kool-Aid and iced tea I love my chicken fried, my women wide, GMC trucks is all I ride I like hollering at bitches and nuttin' on titties Hoes gettin' fucked from city to city [Man Child:] And when they come outside, and to the front Leave your niggas at home, bring your weeds and blunts But if you sucka boy bands start talkin' your shit Ready to run any lyrics while I fuck this bitch I'll wreak the freak 7 days a week The chickens fight for my big pipe 'Cause I'm the ass master with the greenest trees My dick numb on your girl, strung, feelin' the breeze [Devin the Dude:] Niggas freeze when I step in the club Grabbin' a nut, highed as fuck The party's jumpin', the place is packed And then we stroll to the back and roll a sack Where it's at y'all, hit the mat y'all Grab the weed and hit it and give it back y'all [KB:] Well I'm the K, the B, and the place to be I got dick for all the young ladies So when I'm all in the club I stay fresh as hell Never bust Versace but I bust gazelles When I'm at the bar it's strictly Tanqueray Fuck the Cristal and fuck the Moet And all the fellas here trippin' cause I'm out of Decatur And I got more numbers than a calculator Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop Keep on, make your body rock [Man Child:] All the ladies, all the ladies, all the ladies in the club If he ain't got no money, call that buster a scrub (Scrub motherfucker, scrub motherfucker) All my niggas, all my niggas, all my niggas in the house If you ain't got no rubber, stick your dick in her mouth [Devin the Dude:] Then I, take it out and wash my dick in the sink Roll me a sweet and fix me a drink Now I'm fresh and clean, I shampoo my nuts Call up some sluts that are cool to fuck Niggas wondering how I do the things I do Listen motherfuckers while I break it down for you I say uno, dos, I got hairy balls Tres, cuatros, ask your girl vato [KB:] I say skip, da, where can I go I can't get my dick inside this bitch's hole So I put it in her mouth, and I choke the ho She never seen a big dog with a big dick before Say we don't need no music, 'cause all we want to do Is hit the club, and get fucked up, and break a trick or two You say it... (We don't need no music, 'cause all we want to do Is hit the club, and get fucked up, and break a trick or two) |
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