Dr Dre - Blunt Time Lyrics
Artist: rbxdead!Intro(blunt time-pull out your philly)ha ha,mighty aftermath(sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli)Whose soul ever contest,dead!In me ear dre.you hear me now? dead!(blunt time-pull out your philly)(sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli)Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrongRoom for moving in,but that was on-ly mineThey will shake the hand,never really seen and only heardThey will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ngKnick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a boneLong beach city I wreck is my zoneI be the solo rollo which means I rule aloneYou droop first blood,mother thought you was the loneFool now break for ya twoIts called the olrambo,catch ambushI wish you wouldnt moosh like ya wanna come pushIll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you gumpLong beach city-firmly representedNarrator x is representorLyrical the kick make me ya mentorFreeze mcs,dont ent-orIll take like anne ardens new chips in wint-orOr since Im sun Ill melt the metaphorThe meatphors are meltin,style is beltinI heard a dog yelpin but no helpinChorusBlunt time-pull out your phillySip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milliDancin,puffin,sippin or set trippinDimes keep on flippin flippinRepeatDres bad beats they rat-tat-tat-tatX flex lyric they cant come backFact:el-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shitI boots hits,throw tantrums like ella fitzNah,the member x but youll remember x indeedyNow remember dont contest the (? frex? )Got you in spot like lindscrafter but you try to dissI burn you like backdrafterAfter that youll get nothing from me but laughterSimilar to this,ha whats the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyricsShot your punk ass like elec now itsChorusMighty aftermath!Once again.cant hold us backRefuse,refuse(dead!)you lose(dead!).dead!(indeed)Attempts wiil be futile,its way to brutalHear me now narrator-to-the-x,tellin anyone who contestThe mighty aftermath posse(who? who? )dead!(murder!)exclamation point!(iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)(blunt time)ha(blunt tiiiime)mighty aftermath to the 9-7(sip a glass of gnac my friend,dontcah friend)(roowl,iiiiiiii dont wanna fight no more,no no,oooh)(blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!)
