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letra de bleezies-n-heem - mac dre

[mac dre talking]
h-llo my friend, how you do my friend? what would you like?
yes, what would you like?
i want uh… pack of backwoods… pack of backwoods
give me a fifth of that privelege hennessy and uh… thats it
thank you very very much

[verse 1]
what you know about me? i’m mac dreezy
call hennessy, heem, and a blunt a bleezy
i keep a fat sack wrapped in a backwood leave
smoke trees that make me look japanese
green seedless, mean when i’m weedless
never in denial, i’m a fiend and i need this
any day is a bad day for mac dre
when he aint got it, they ask why he act that way
i smoke champ, cush and?
man whats?, bomb and sprayed
i can’t fade a beezy who can keep a bleezy
rolled for a neezy, i ask her what the feezy?
i gotta have weed, to go get weed
you dont like it, kiss my -ss till your lips bleed
this ones for the club so i’m kinda like keeping it clean
sing it with me yall, bleezies-n-heem,

[chorus x2]
i gots to have my dope
every where i go
when they ask me whats my drank
i say heem and what you thank

[verse 2]
i l-o-v-e h double e-m
i drink like ten of them things that swim
he’s heeming again is what they say when i come around
i’ll get dumb drunk and f-ck up your compound
your building your establishment
mobbin’ saying cuddie i’m h-lla bent
oh what a feeling when your looking at the ceiling
and it’s spinning and the earl starts spilling
i drink heem when i perk don’t like erk and jerk
it don’t work, when a n-gg- chillin’
might spill it on my abercrombie fitch
know i got the man not the liquor store witch
well baby would you please run and get
me another hennessy fifth
bleezies-n-heem…

[chorus]

fire up, lets get drunk
get your cup fill it up, don’t be no punk
a party aint a party if every d-mn body
aint lifted, and a little bit tipsy
but don’t drink and drive, i remember one time
my cuddie joogy, wrapped this fifty, rap this with me
and if you don’t understand
you a inbred, your daddy and your uncle was the same man
i gotta have dope, every where i go
when they ask me what i drank, i say heem what you thank?
i gets heem in me, only subst-tute is remy
in sac with jimmy, or in portland with kenny
i’m danked out, drank out, can’t talk, can’t count
if i want some more i’m making baby pull her bank out
who own a bomb boy? what do you mean?
sing it to him yall, bleezies-n-heem

[chorus x2]

- mac dre

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