Blunt Time

DEAD! INTRO (Blunt time-pull out your philly) Ha ha,mighty Aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest, DEAD! In me ear Dre.You hear me now? DEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in, but that was on-ly mine They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng Knick-knack, paddy wack give a dog a bone Long Beach City I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You drew first blood, musta thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya tool Studio Rambo, catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest you Gump Long Beach City-firmly represented Narrator X is representor Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze MC's, don't ent-or I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor The metaphors are meltin', style is beltin' I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin' CHORUS Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' Dimes keep on flippin' flippin' REPEAT Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat X flex lyric they can't combat Fat as a elephant, elegant and eloquent no shit I boots hits, throw tantrums like Ella Fitz Nah the member X but you'll remember X indeedy Now remember don't contest the flex Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like Backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Similar to this: HA. What's the repertoire-kick deadly wit' lyrics Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's CHORUS Mighty Aftermath! Once again. Can't hold us back Refuse, refuse (DEAD!) You lose (DEAD!) DEAD! (Indeed) Attempts will be futile, it's way to brutal Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X, tellin' anyone who contest The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who? Who?) DEAD! (Murder!) Exclamation point! (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (Blunt time)Ha (Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath the 9-7 (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend) (Roowl, IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more, no no, oooh!) (Blunt time, blunt time, blunt blunt, yep!)