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