(feat. Playalitical, Spoke-In-Wordz)
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[Intro: Bizzy (Playalitical)]
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What's goin on, what's up my nuh?
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Ay Paul man, roll up some weed, y'knowmsayin?
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We 'bout to rock this shit, with Spoke-In-Word (yeah)
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Knowmsayin, we 'bout to really make this thing happen
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(It's that smoke session) Bizzy Bone the Midwest Cowboy
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Light a blunt up man
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No man, you smoke that I got mine
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[Interlude: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female singer}]
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So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
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So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay)
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So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) {blown away!}
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Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Now roll up the weed in the swisha, heavenly smoke
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We gonna smoke smoke smoke, leave it up in them lungs 'til we choke choke
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It's bittersweet, when I get high, but it settles
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Also topsy-turvy, swerve on the curb
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with a fifth of grape Kool-Aid and Thunderbird
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With the misfits, I pitch in, some of them switch though
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Havana just be poppin for Doris, Bahamas be smokin 'dro
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Fly home nervous, with the customs, enter a sweet
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I see my babies and my maid, and then Puffy made my money sweep
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Forty thousand, five thousand for a pound of yo' sticky
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And I'm talkin purple haze back in '94, just stuff it in that sock Bizzy
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But they downed me on it, and they kept the bag for three days
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I stood at the front door, right at the airport
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better believe I'ma get my trees
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I smoke the whole pound, met a broad and now we out of town
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Got married and divorced, and ever since then, carryin the cross
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Got married and divorced, I met a broad and we out of town
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It's Bizzy Bone, he been carryin his cross - one love, one love
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[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female singer}]
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So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
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So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay)
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So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) {blown away!}
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Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}
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(Uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
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So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay)
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So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) {blown away!}
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Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}
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[Spoke-In-Wordz (Playalitical)]
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Yo, yo
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Take to the sky on a natural high, lovin you more 'til the day that I die
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Dead or alive, I'ma be puffin that weed, whether y'all like it or not
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Addicted to the pipe and the pot, I'm gifted like a light in the spot
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I can't even keep count of so many clouds, they just keep on passin me by
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(Layzie) Bizzy when it comes to smokin people say I'm (Krayzie)
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Could never get enough, this is my Wish and my Flesh
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and all that that made me
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Somebody roll up a staff of merlin hash, those that spoke-in-word and pass
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If I ain't smokin I'm servin, therefore I smoke in third person, ask
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I can recollect the swishers, but I can't remember the type and
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Some burn, while I was writin these - bars, punchlines and hyphens
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Been smokin since I was two, glued off aeroponic soul food
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In school, I had a locker full of Downeys stuffed in blow tubes
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Takin advantage of blazin ads, paid for inflatin vaporized bags
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Thus I'm smokin to pay my tab, for smokin and smokin to pay my tab
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[Chorus]
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Blown Away
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| Bizzy Bone |
