Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blown Away, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 15.11.2010
Song language: English
Blown Away |
| What’s goin on, what’s up my nuh? |
| Ay Paul man, roll up some weed, y’knowmsayin? |
| We 'bout to rock this shit, with Spoke-In-Word (yeah) |
| Knowmsayin, we 'bout to really make this thing happen |
| (It's that smoke session) Bizzy Bone the Midwest Cowboy |
| Light a blunt up man |
| No man, you smoke that I got mine |
| + (Playalitical) + |
| So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can make a call, it’s on its way) |
| So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay) |
| So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) |
| Let’s get, let’s get, let’s get, let’s get hiiiigh |
| Now roll up the weed in the swisha, heavenly smoke |
| We gonna smoke smoke smoke, leave it up in them lungs 'til we choke choke |
| It’s bittersweet, when I get high, but it settles |
| Also topsy-turvy, swerve on the curb |
| With a fifth of grape Kool-Aid and Thunderbird |
| With the misfits, I pitch in, some of them switch though |
| Havana just be poppin for Doris, Bahamas be smokin 'dro |
| Fly home nervous, with the customs, enter a sweet |
| I see my babies and my maid, and then Puffy made my money sweep |
| Forty thousand, five thousand for a pound of yo' sticky |
| And I’m talkin purple haze back in '94, just stuff it in that sock Bizzy |
| But they downed me on it, and they kept the bag for three days |
| I stood at the front door, right at the airport |
| Better believe I’mma get my trees |
| I smoke the whole pound, met a broad and now we out of town |
| Got married and divorced, and ever since then, carryin the cross |
| Got married and divorced, I met a broad and we out of town |
| It’s Bizzy Bone, he been carryin his cross — one love, one love |
| + (Playalitical) + |
| So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can make a call, it’s on its way) |
| So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay) |
| So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) |
| Let’s get, let’s get, let’s get, let’s get hiiiigh |
| (Uhh, I can make a call, it’s on its way) |
| So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay) |
| So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) |
| Let’s get, let’s get, let’s get, let’s get hiiiigh |
| + (Playalitical) |
| Yo, yo |
| Take to the sky on a natural high, lovin you more 'til the day that I die |
| Dead or alive, I’mma be puffin that weed, whether y’all like it or not |
| Addicted to the pipe and the pot, I’m gifted like a light in the spot |
| I can’t even keep count of so many clouds, they just keep on passin me by |
| (Layzie) Bizzy when it comes to smokin people say I’m (Krayzie) |
| Could never get enough, this is my Wish and my Flesh |
| And all that that made me |
| Somebody roll up a staff of merlin hash, those that spoke-in-word and pass |
| If I ain’t smokin I’m servin, therefore I smoke in third person, ask |
| I can recollect the swishers, but I can’t remember the type and |
| Some burn, while I was writin these — bars, punchlines and hyphens |
| Been smokin since I was two, glued off aeroponic soul food |
| In school, I had a locker full of Downeys stuffed in blow tubes |
| Takin advantage of blazin ads, paid for inflatin vaporized bags |
| Thus I’m smokin to pay my tab, for smokin and smokin to pay my tab |