| Uh huh, yeah
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| One two, one two
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| «Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»
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| Smokin' up blunts
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| Mad Dog 2020
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| «Fire up, fire up this funk if ya»
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| I grab the forty, rip off the skirt
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| Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the wood works
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| When shit’s thick and no time to think
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| Keith Murray gets busy off of Basic Instinct
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| I puff an L and drink some liquor
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| Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin' stick-up
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| As God as my witness, with the sickness of a cannibalist cannabis
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| I floats like a cumulus
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| My perpetual rebel intellectual
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| Won’t catch a bad experience with hallucinogenics either
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| I float strictly with the cannabis sativa
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| As my speech falls deeper than the scriptures
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| And graphic opponents, just like Picasso paintin' pictures
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| If my eyes ain’t red, it’s all in my head
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| Once said by a Ph. D med
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| Legalize and I’ll advertise, 'cause
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| «I get lifted»
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| Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get
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| «Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»
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| Yeah, like that y’all
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| Yeah word up
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| «I get lifted»
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| Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get
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| «Fire up this funk, fire up this funk»
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| This the real deal, not a publicity stunt
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| I gets high like if the man in the Moon be puffing blunts
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| But verily, barely, merrily, is it dope or the dream?
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| Step into my chamber of intravenous smokescreen
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| I captivate it then motivate it, jealous of my desire
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| Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
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| Hop in to college, but to be truthfully frank
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| Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
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| I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah
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| Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
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| And the Sensi it gets me as a fly
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| I ain’t bullshittin', you can ask Bill Clinton, he can verify that
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| «I get lifted»
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| Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get
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| «Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»
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| Yeah, like that y’all
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| Yeah word up
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| «I get lifted»
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| Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get
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| «Fire up this funk, fire up this funk»
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| Step into this intersection and take this rap
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| I got a vicious plot, but first take me by the weed spot
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| I do this for my niggas locked down runnin' capers
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| Smokin herb, in the bible papers
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| But how does it feel when you got no fire
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| And kyant pass de dutchie pon de left hand side
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| What the fuck? |
| Who the fuck wanna fuck with the six shot shooter?
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| I murder you over buddha
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| What I discuss’ll bust a rhyme style nucleus
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| And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus-pocus
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| So kid, pass that bomb trom, word bond
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| So I can toke it with more wins than a python
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| Different Strokes for different folks
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| He like the chocolate Thai, you like to float with the green skunky smoke
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| Roll up a fat one and pass it around
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| Laid back, hypnotized to the funky sound 'cause
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| «I get lifted»
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| Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get
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| «Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»
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| Yeah, like that y’all
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| Yeah word up
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| «I get lifted»
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| Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get
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| «Fire up this funk, fire up this funk» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Lifted , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул