| Whoo, this is a wonderful day
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| The sun is shinin', it’s 85 degrees in Detroit, Michigan
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| The kids is outside playin' and I’m happy, I’m happy
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| 'Cause I just came from 36 Dichan Court and I’m a free man
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| Now I’m a go to the store, they give me a bird lie and a fat bag of weed
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| Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs
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| Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb
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| Christmas tree’s, leany B’s, all types of weeds
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| Meds, hydro even mygrill
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| Shit, I don’t rap for weed
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| Freestyles, hooks whatever you need
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| Come to my house, we can go to the G- Room
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| Take some 'shrooms and look up at the moon
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| Take off your shoes, relax your feet
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| While I roll some herb and roll them fat’s beat
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| Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat?
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| 'Cause you know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets
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| I smoke so much weed, my pee is green
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| Next week it’ll be all clean
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| Bizarre’s in the back, '84 'Lac
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| Poppin' some pills, listenin' to 'Free Want Back'
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| Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
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| Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
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| Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
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| Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
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| Ha, I’m from Detroit, bitch, where nothin' is splendid
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| I with niggas and light up trees like the month of December
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| I’m in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies, drop them off Long Island
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| Allow me to finish this off with a Valium
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| Now we isn’t go zombies gettin' in touch
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| And hip hop and R’n’B, laughin' at shit around me
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| You overstep your boundaries, I ain’t slappin' your hand,
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| You tryna snatch my gans, I’m in the casino slangin' Vicodine
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| Cloudy, what can you say a nigga that’s slick?
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| Old dust and Saudi Arabia and I can pro’bly
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| I’ll be smoky as a kettle black, if you ain’t Clinton
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| You inhalin' that, so I’m a force you to smoke for the hell of it
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| Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
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| Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
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| Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
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| Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
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| I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up
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| Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up
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| Hood pry, unified, G’s up, ride or die
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| Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for an eye
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| Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life
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| Homies hangin' at the pool hall out on the block shootin' dice
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| Every set of pushups is for my locked up comrades
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| And for the ones we lost durin' combat
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| Pourin' out Cognac on the concrete
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| Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street
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| My life is full of pain but it’s positive still
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| Now that I’m hip to the game, I’m harder to kill
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| Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the higher
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| Watch out for the cars, little homie
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| You the cars, little homie, yes, you are, little homie
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| We all stars, little homie
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| Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
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| Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
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| Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
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| Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
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| Some of them old Jay Z, I’m high of bladders
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| Sam cook, so you know what the hell is the melt green?
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| I need a makeup, gimme a power that
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| I wanna |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Music , by - Bizarre. Song from the album Hannicap Circus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп