Mac Dre
Mac Dre - Bleezies-n-heem lyrics
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[Mac Dre talking] Hello 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... that's 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 ain't got it, they ask why he act that way I smoke champ, cush and [? ] Man what's [? ], 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 don't like it, kiss my ass till your lips bleed This ones for the club so I'm kinda like keeping it clean Sing it with me ya'll, bleezies-N-heem, [Chorus x2] I gots to have my dope Every where I go When they ask me what's 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 fuck up your compound Your building your establishment Mobbin' saying cuddie I'm hella 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 nigga 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, let's get drunk Get your cup fill it up, don't be no punk A party ain't a party if every damn body Ain't 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 substitute 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 ya'll, bleezies-N-heem [Chorus x2]