Blunted 10

Intro Bust it, bust it, Friday night swinging you know what I'm sayin With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jeff his name is Jeff Check it check it check it yo c'mon Lyrics I been around, I been around I been around town I'm found to know abound That many cannot get down But not me, we kick it all day and night see Although you know in a minute Right now you know not who I be So I kick it for a second Yes I kick it for a sec Get wreck, and double check Got the flavor you'll select Name is Dres, D-R-E-S Yes I guess that is Ya gotta bag of buddha we'll smoke cess I'm the type of brother that the girls always select It's not because they're out to come It's cause they're out to come correct I talk about a ho, because a ho I know And if you knew the honeys too Then I guess too you would talk so Play me not, if my phone book is bigger Don't get hot cause I clock the fat figure Told ya I'm a swinga got my finga on the trigga Cause everybody hates the fly nigga Play me not close if your chin is made of plaster If your best is made it down Then you should walk faster Don't give me a pound if your heart's not in your hand Play me out never cause I came to understand Do it to, for me I do for me too Push me up and I'll pull myself through Watch my back and I'll watch my front Got what I want, see ya hate to be ya Got a nine, got a shottie, got a catch-22 I'm damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do Fightin' overseas how they're fighting on my block Over there is liberation over here is for a rock No not cop rock, no not pop rock Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do After shock Some will fly gear, while others are slept-in A game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin But one thing I learned, yo roll and take it Life is what you make it