Bizarre ghetto music

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Whoo, this is a wonderful day
The sun is shinin', it's 85 degrees in Detroit, Michigan
The kids is outside playin' and I'm happy, I'm happy
'Cause I just came from 36 Dichan Court and I'm a free man
Now I'm a go to the store, they give me a bird lie and a fat bag of weed
Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs
Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb
Christmas tree's, leany B's, all types of weeds
Meds, hydro even mygrill
Shit, I don't rap for weed
Freestyles, hooks whatever you need
Come to my house, we can go to the G- Room
Take some 'shrooms and look up at the moon
Take off your shoes, relax your feet
While I roll some herb and roll them fat's beat
Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat?
'Cause you know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets
I smoke so much weed, my pee is green
Next week it'll be all clean
Bizarre's in the back, '84 'Lac
Poppin' some pills, listenin' to 'Free Want Back'
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Ha, I'm from Detroit, bitch, where nothin' is splendid
I with niggas and light up trees like the month of December
I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies, drop them off Long Island
Allow me to finish this off with a Valium
Now we isn't go zombies gettin' in touch
And hip hop and R'n'B, laughin' at shit around me
You overstep your boundaries, I ain't slappin' your hand,
You tryna snatch my gans, I'm in the casino slangin' Vicodine
Cloudy, what can you say a nigga that's slick?
Old dust and Saudi Arabia and I can pro'bly
I'll be smoky as a kettle black, if you ain't Clinton
You inhalin' that, so I'm a force you to smoke for the hell of it
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up
Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up
Hood pry, unified, G's up, ride or die
Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for an eye
Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life
Homies hangin' at the pool hall out on the block shootin' dice
Every set of pushups is for my locked up comrades
And for the ones we lost durin' combat
Pourin' out Cognac on the concrete
Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street
My life is full of pain but it's positive still
Now that I'm hip to the game, I'm harder to kill
Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the higher
Watch out for the cars, little homie
You the cars, little homie, yes, you are, little homie
We all stars, little homie
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music
Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music
Some of them old Jay Z, I'm high of bladders
Sam cook, so you know what the hell is the melt green?
I need a makeup, gimme a power that [Incomprehensible]
I wanna

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