Blow My Buzz – D12 – letras

Swifty:Yo, this is one of those days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out.And motherfuckers be all in yo’ where and shit…And that naggin bitch, it’s just like to hear herself talk…Blowin all yo’ high away. Yeah, that’s some fucked up shit.But it happens, youknowimsayin?(Yeah, yeah)[Eminem]SchizophreniaHow many of you got it?How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?How many motherfuckers can sayThey brains dryrotted from pot?You got it like I got it or not?If you did you would know just what I’m talking ’boutWhen your tongue’s rotting out from cotton mouthWhen you end up becoming so dependent on weedThat you end up spending a GIn the vending machineYou got the munchiesLook at youJunk food junkiePotato chips and lunch meatUp in the front seatSometimes you can get so paranoid from ganjaThat it’s got you thinking the whole world is watching yaOr maybe you don’t smokeMaybe you just growBut whatever your drugs, yoGo for the gustoJust don’tCome fuck with me when I’m doing my drugsYou see me in the club don’t come fucking my high up and[Chorus]Blow my buzzDo what you want to just don’tBlow my buzzThen I’m gon’ sit here and justRoll my drugsAnd if you talk I’m gonnaFuck you upJust don’t say shit and we’ll be cool[Bizarre]Bitch let me in the house(Ay Von?)Naw, just came to each your mother outIt’s the big guyDoing the butterfly to the groundGo ‘head(Bizarre, sit your nasty ass down)I spot this fat bitch from across the roomNow suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (ya ya)My face is pinkLooking for a sinkAnd don’t worry ’bout what I put in your drinkIt’s called a date rape drugTen minutes you’ll be fucked upOpen your nasty ass legs up (ya you whore)Bitches I’m catchingBlunts I’m matchingDon’t call me BizarreI’m the Reverend Jesse Jackson[Swifty]Who the fuck is this guy?Why the hell you in my presence?It’d be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions (damn)But you on some bullshit niggaThis your last beer (for real)Get the fuck off my dickAnd tell your bitch to bring her ass hereI kick a hoe outWithout giving a cat fear (uh huh)And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn earWhen I’m out eatingYou fags interfereThey don’t go until I let ’em know a mac is sitting hereI get drunk and I smoke weedWhat your ass wanna hear?I didn’t answer you clear?I meant Manson is here, ok?You want some lle’?I’ll front your ass some playBut other than that get the hell out my faceBecause you niggas trying toChorus[Kuniva & Kon Artis]Yo, Denaun, you seem shookI really am, dog, lookThis fat bitch keep chasing meTrying to give me the nook’Ah man, you probably led her onI just bought her a beerI saw her rubbing on your earWhile she was wiping your tearsI admit, I was highBut you ain’t see me cryingNigga, you lying and you blowing my highJust stop denying itWell at least somebody in this bar isThis big bitch didThe ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kidLook man, you grownJust leave me aloneI’m in the zoneCall it a nightGet stonedAnd take that fat slut home (take her ass home)Just quit the drankHit the dankDo some drugs (man)Go kill yourselfFuck youWell stop blowing my buzz[Proof]I’m at the front of the barBy the lounge in the backWith a slut on my armWhile I’m downing the yacGot the pills in my systemFloating aroundEverytime I start driftingSomeone open they mouthYo, my ear been spit, licked, and freestyled in (Yo, my flow is cool my whole crew)I think I’m going Def like Mos senile menOnly one good demo outta three thousand(Yo, I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway)(Aiight, aiight)Peace out thenNext nigga that bump meI’ma do the humptyAnd elbow bitchesTill everybody jump me(Yo man, what’s up with you man? Why do you keep on ??Fuck you! What’s up man!? What’s up!?)ChorusOutro:We’ll be coolWe’ll be cool if you don’t talk right now. I’m just tryna smoke my weedSmoke my weed. I’m tryna drink with my niggas, just shut the fuck upWhile I am sittin here with Jolene (?)Smokin rolls…