Mac Dre - Bleezies-N-Heem lyrics

(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't 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 a** 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 man 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 f** up 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 n***a chillin' Might spill it on my Abercrombie Fitch Know I got the man not the liquor store rich 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 his fifty, rap this with me And if you don't understand You a inbred, your daddy and your uncle are 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 remi 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]