Get Lifted Lyrics

Uh-huh
Yeah
One two, one two
Smokin blunts
Mad Dog 20/20
We gonna get funky

I grab the forty rip off the skirt
Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks
When shit's thick and no time to think
Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct
I puff a L and drink some liquor
Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhf**kin sticker
As God as my witness, with the sickness
Of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus
My perpetual rebel intellectual
Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
I float simply with the canibus setiva
As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
And graphic opponents like Pica*so paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a Ph.D med
Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cause

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

This the real deal not a publicity stunt
I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts
But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
I've been to college but to be truthfully frank
Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah
Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin
You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

Step into this intersection and take this rap
I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot
I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers
Smokin herb, and the bible papers
But how does it feel when you got no fire?
And kyant pa*s fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
What the f**k? Who the f**k wanna f**k
With the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha
What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus
And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus
So kid, pa*s that bomb trom word bond
So I can toke it with more wins than a python
Different Strokes for different folks
He like the chocolate thai
You like to float with the green skunky smoke
Roll up a fat one and pa*s it around
Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

"Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit?
He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the f**k his name is "

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