D.P.G lyrics

D.P.G lyrics

"We About To Get Fucc Up lyrics"

All By Myself lyrics
When I was young I never needed anyone And makin' love was just for fun Those days are gone Livin' alone I think of all the friends I've known But when I dial the telephone Nobody's home All by myself Don't wanna be, all by myself anymore All by myself Don't wanna live, all by myself anymore Hard to be sure Some times I feel so insecure And love so distant and obscure Remains the cure<
What we 'bout to do cuz?
(We about to get fucked up!)
Cigarettes, heron
(We about to get fucked up!)
Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up
(We about to get fucked up!)
Sherm, sherm

Bomb weed, swisher sweets
All types of shit we need
Get me high ever day
Passing by give me weed

(We about to get fucked up!)
Uppers, downers, methamphetamines

[Kurupt]
Sherm sticks get me to floating I'm a balance the motion
I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking
Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting
Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting
I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I'm high
I'm the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life
I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties
Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life

[Daz]
Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fir
The Four Strings Of Mourning lyrics
Some tales say morrow knows I know not why they say so Some go where sorrow goes I know not where they do go One comes with winter's wind To tell a tale of mourning One free as summer's sin To tell a tale of mourning Spinning around in circles everyday Spinning around and finding no new way Spinning around, spinning around they say I wish them all dead anyway So sing the poets then I k
e Get high, and high, and high, more and more high Nigga is we fucked up? Everyday, all day, all night Everyday all fucking night , every motherfucking night With a fifth of Hennessy I'm buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real What about you, you know the drugs So all my niggas and my bitches right about now [Chorus] (You know we about to get fucked up!) Smoking weed on the curb See my homeboy chilling swigging ? (We about to get fucked up!) To all my smokers smoking dope Please don't over dose please don't overdose (We about to get fucked up!) Getting high, dipping bye, just might crash That's when I'm high I dip and dash (We about to get fucked up!) I smoke weed and hash I makes all the cash, I m
Whatcha Lookin' At lyrics
(feat. Kilo aka J.R.K.) [Verse 1:] You can roll up your contacts You can shrug up your shoulders You can swing ya weave from left to right 'Til you reach Minnesota We got the spot held down and baby girl you cant hold us I know u wish u were the shit Thas why you wish you was on us [Pre-Chorus:] You think you cool man You
kes all the cash [Kurupt] I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won't drown I'm a emerge where you least expect me to emerge And I'm very violent right now with an electrical surge Since we floating like clouds and I'm surging with electricity I'm an electrical cloud and I'll fuck you up To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort I'm a green Berea I'm a pimp and I got ho's That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes I get high and get to trippin', but that's alright You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night [Daz] We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb Get your head out your ass and
Te Quiero Tanto Tanto lyrics
Si talvez pudieras comprender que nose, como expresarme bien si talvez pudiera hacerte ver que no hay otra mujer mejor que tu para mi. Si talvez me harias muy feliz, si talvez me lo podrias decir, si talvez, detalle a detalle, podrias conquistarme seria tuuya. Te quiero tanto, tanto,tanto, tanto, tanto, cada dia un poco mas te quiero tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto, para mi no hay nadie
blaze up the grass Do what I said real quick and real fast Cigar paper or a zag We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags Nigga don't make me laugh Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded Stuff it in your ass nigga won't you beat it I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it And did it just how I want it (you see it ain't no thang) (We about to get fucked up!) Cuz it's nothing And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing (We about to get fucked up!) Spending G's smoking trees Every day every day all week and it's nothing to me (We about to get fucked up!) Heron, know it's the bomb Hit it like one more time (We about to get fucked up!) Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm, Regulate to make paper, paper (It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat. Yeah, all my niggas off X, uh huh all my G's.)

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