(Mac Dre talking)
Hello my friend, How you do my friend? What would you like?
Yes, what would you like?
I want uh... pack of backwoods...pack of backwoods
Give me a fifth of that privelege hennessy and uh... thats it
Thank you very very much
[Verse 1]
What you know about me? I`m Mac Dreezy
Call Hennessy, Heem, and a blunt a Bleezy
I keep a fat sack wrapped in a backwood leave
Smoke trees that make me look Japanese
Green seedless, mean when I`m weedless
Never in denial, I`m a fiend and I need this
Any day is a bad day for Mac Dre
When he aint got it, they ask why he act that way
I smoke champ, cush and ???
Man whats ???, bomb and sprayed
I can`t fade a beezy who can keep a bleezy
Rolled for a neezy, I ask her What the feezy?
I gotta have weed, to go get weed
You dont like it, kiss my ass till your lips bleed
This ones for the club so I`m kinda like keeping it clean
Sing it with me yall, bleezies-N-heem,
[Chorus 2x]
I gots to have my dope
Every where i go
When they ask me whats my drank
I say heem and what you thank
[Verse 2]
I L-O-V-E H double E-M
I drink like ten of them things that swim
He`s heeming again is what they say when I come around
I`ll get dumb drunk and fucku p your compound
Your building your establishment
Mobbin` saying cuddie I`m hella bent
Oh what a feeling when your looking at the ceiling
And it`s spinning and the earl starts spilling
I drink heem when I perk don`t like Erk and Jerk
It don`t work, when a nigga chillin`
Might spill it on my Abercrombie Fitch
Know I got the man not the liquor store witch
Well baby would you please run and get
Me another hennessy Fifth
Bleezies-N-Heem...
[Chorus]
Fire up, lets get drunk
Get your cup fill it up, don`t be no punk
A party aint a party if every damn body
Aint lifted, and a little bit tipsy
But don`t drink and drive, I remember one time
My cuddie joogy, wrapped this fifty, rap this with me
And if you don`t understand
You a inbred, your daddy and your uncle was the same man
I gotta have dope, every where i go
When they ask me what I drank, I say heem what you thank?
I gets heem in me, only substitute is remy
In Sac with Jimmy, or in Portland with Kenny
I`m danked out, drank out, can`t talk, can`t count
If i want some more I`m making baby pull her bank out
Who own a bomb boy? What do you mean?
Sing it to him yall, bleezies-N-heem
[Chorus 2x]
