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Lyricist: Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Lyrics:
Hey you, where are you going? I'm going to mind my fucking business, that's what I'm?doing.?Do you have?a problem with that, officer? Answer the?question. What is this, Jeopardy? No, this ain't Jeopardy. It ain't Monopoly either, and I ain't going to jail Freeze!
Stompin', walkin' in my high-top chucks 40 in my hand and it's cold as fuck Drank like a fish, so I'm drunk in a bitch Over ten 40 oz. and eleven fifths If I must, I admit, I got a problem here Liquor's all gone, move the party elsewhere On the block, pull the pistol out, bust it in the sky I don't give a fuck about the pig standing by If he turn his chin, hit 'em in the shin with a fifth of gin And my cousin Nipz is sittin' on the curb, nursin' I fired up the blunt, you should've seen the pig's face Let a killer know this motherfuckin' pig want a taste
(Party!) 'Til we get arrested! (Drinkin'!) 'Til we all get arrested! (Smoke weed!) Right in front of that pig! And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead! (Party!) 'Til we get arrested! (Drinkin'!) 'Til we all get arrested! (Smoke weed!) Right in front of that pig! And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Fuckin' with me? Hell, don't think I can't read no badge , chump.
Smokin', chokin' off that wrapped blunt Eyes red and bloodshot like I'm Tommy Chong's son Hand me the bong, son, better yet, I'll get the vapo Silver Surfer always on time like Old Faithful Rollin' 30 deep on the street, fuck what the cops say In my hood, they burn ham and bacon every day Hand me the pepper spray, more flavor for the barbecue Used a badge to light a match, what you wanna do? Never been the old fool to get drunk and pass out Piss on his car and slap a pig in the mouth They get the whole force, of course, they goin' lightly I do the bid and get out real quick, this happens nightly!
(Party!) 'Til we get arrested! (Drinkin'!) 'Til we all get arrested! (Smoke weed!) Right in front of that pig! And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead! (Party!) 'Til we get arrested! (Drinkin'!) 'Til we all get arrested! (Smoke weed!) Right in front of that pig! And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Fuck the police, hey homie, fire it up Call me the 24-hour party killer, livin' it up I be on the block sippin', with my dead homie trippin' And when the hood simmer down, through the clubs we be dippin' Off to the next gig where the party be at Got a gallon of Jager and now I'm lookin' for a rat I like to drink, smoke weed, and hang all day My life's a big party and I like it that way so (Party!) Like it's going out of style (Drinkin'!) Put the bottle to your mouth (Smoke weed!) 'Til your lungs give out Motherfucker, it's a party, get the fuck up or get out! (Party!) We do this all the time (Drinkin'!) Get your own, this is mine! (Smoke weed!) The chronic's blowin' my mind You wanna party with me and mines? Step up and get in line!
Hit this! (We do this all the time!) Hit this! (Get your own, this is mine!) Hit this! (Smoke 'til you go blind!) Hit this! (And everything will be fine!)
(Party!) 'Til we get arrested! (Drinkin'!) 'Til we all get arrested! (Smoke weed!) Right in front of that pig! And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead! (Party!) 'Til we get arrested! (Drinkin'!) 'Til we all get arrested! (Smoke weed!) Right in front of that pig! And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Fuck you! Officers is goddamn hoes... Go! I'm not ready to go home! Go on home, pal! Yeah, go! You don't know who you fuckin' with, I'm from a small town called and you're makin' me homesick
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