Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We About to Get Fucc Up, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Dillinger & Young Gotti - Clean Version, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Record label: Essential Media Group, OCF Entertainment
Song language: English
We About to Get Fucc Up |
What we 'bout to do cuz? |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Cigarettes, heron |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Sherm, sherm |
Bomb weed, swisher sweets |
All types of shit we need |
Get me high ever day |
Passing by give me weed |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Uppers, downers, methamphetamines |
Sherm sticks get me to floating I’m a balance the motion |
I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking |
Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting |
Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting |
I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I’m high |
I’m the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life |
I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties |
Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life |
Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire |
Get high, and high, and high, more and more high |
Nigga is we fucked up? |
Everyday, all day, all night |
Everyday all fucking night, every motherfucking night |
With a fifth of Hennessy I’m buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud |
Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up |
I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill |
Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real |
What about you, you know the drugs |
So all my niggas and my bitches right about now |
(You know we about to get fucked up!) |
Smoking weed on the curb |
See my homeboy chilling swigging? |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
To all my smokers smoking dope |
Please don’t over dose please don’t overdose |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Getting high, dipping bye, just might crash |
That’s when I’m high I dip and dash |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
I smoke weed and hash |
I makes all the cash, I makes all the cash |
I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out |
I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won’t drown |
I’m a emerge where you least expect me to emerge |
And I’m very violent right now with an electrical surge |
Since we floating like clouds and I’m surging with electricity |
I’m an electrical cloud and I’ll fuck you up |
To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port |
Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort |
I’m a green Berea I’m a pimp and I got ho’s |
That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes |
I get high and get to trippin', but that’s alright |
You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night |
We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb |
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb |
We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb |
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb |
Get your head out your ass and blaze up the grass |
Do what I said real quick and real fast |
Cigar paper or a zag |
We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags |
Nigga don’t make me laugh |
Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded |
Stuff it in your ass nigga won’t you beat it |
I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it |
And did it just how I want it |
(you see it ain’t no thang) |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Cuz it’s nothing |
And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Spending G’s smoking trees |
Every day every day all week and it’s nothing to me |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Heron, know it’s the bomb |
Hit it like one more time |
(We about to get fucked up!) |
Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm |
Regulate to make paper, paper |
(It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat |
Yeah, all my niggas off X, uh huh all my G’s.) |