Bleezies-n-heem Lyrics

Bleezies-n-heem

(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 as* 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 f**ku 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]