Ghetto Music

Hey yo, this is your ? guy, flying by And right now I'm probably on Van Dyke and Harper Smokin' a long one paper swisher of some fire ass greens Which is way more important than returning your phone calls And listening to any messages that you have left me Please have a fucked up day! [Bizarre] Whooo! This is a wonderful day! The sun is shinin', it's eight-five degrees in Detroit, Michigan! (Yeah!) The kids is outside playin' (Alright!) And I'm HAPPY! I'm happy! Cause I just came from thirty-six Dichan Court! And I'm a free man! (Alright!) Now I'm a go to the store, and get me a Bud Lite! And a fat, bag of weeeed! Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs! (AAAHHH!) Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb (Whooo!) Christmas trees, leany B's, all types of ? Meds, hydro, even ?mint green? Shiiiit, I don't rap for weed! (Hahaha!) Freestyles, hooks - whatever you need (Whatever, dog) Come to my house we can go to the G-room Take some shrooms, and look up at the moon! (AAAHHH!) Kick off your shoes, relax your feet While I roll some herb and roll up a fat sweet Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat Cause you know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets! I smoke so much weed, my pee is green! (Eeeewww!) Next week, it'd be all clean! Bizarre's in the back, 84 'Lac Poppin' some pills listenin' to "Free Want Back!" [Hook 2x: King Gordy] Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high) And listen to music! (Listen to music) Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hip-hop) Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music) [Swifty McVay] HA! I'm from Detroit, bitch, where nothin' is splendid I'm with niggas that light up trees like the month of December I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies, drownin' Long Island Allow me to finish this off with a Valium Now we, physical zombies gettin' in touch with hip hop And R&B, laughin' at shit around me (Yeah, niggas!) You overstep your boundaries, I ain't slappin' your hand You tryna snatch my gan, I'm in casinos slangin' Vicodin Cloudy, what can you say to niggas that sniff? More dust than Saudi Arabia and I get rowdy I'll be smoky as a kettle black If you ain't Clinton, then you inhalin' that! So I'mma force you to smoke hella crack! [Hook 2x: King Gordy] Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high) And listen to music! (Listen to music) Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hip-hop) Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music) [Stic.man] I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up Hood pry, unified, G's up, ride or die Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for a eye Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life Homies hangin' at the pool hall, out on the block, shootin' dice Every set of push ups is for my locked up comrads And for the ones we lost during combat Pourin' out Cogniac on the concrete Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street My life is full of pain, but it's positive, still Now that I'm hip to the game, I'm harder to kill Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the hydros, watch out for the cars, lil homie! You the cards, lil' homie! ...Yes, you are, lil' homie! ...We all stars, lil' homie! [Hook 2x: King Gordy] Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high) And listen to music! (Listen to music) Some of that good old hip-hop! (Hip-hop) Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music) [King Gordy] Some of them old Jay-Z! Or higher blaze! (Yes!) Sam Cooke! Some Al Green, Anita Baker Give me a pound of that