Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bleezies & Heem (It's Not What You Say..It's How You Say It), artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre Vol. III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.01.2006
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
Bleezies & Heem (It's Not What You Say..It's How You Say It) |
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 |
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, |
I gots to have my dope |
Every where i go When they ask me whats my drank |
I say heem and what you thank |
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… |
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 |