Bizarre, ​stic.man, Swifty McVay, King Gordy - Ghetto Music lyrics

Hey yo, this is your high guy in the sky
Flying by and right now I'm probably on
Van Dyke and Harper
Smokin' a long one paper swisher
Of some fire ass greens
Which is way more important than
Returning your phone calls
And listening to any messages that
You have left me
Please have a fucked up day!

Whooo! This is a wonderful day!
The sun is shinin', it's
Eight-five degrees in Detroit, michigan!
(yeah) the kids is outside playin' (Alright)
And I'm HAPPY! I'm happy!
Cause, I just came from
Thirty-six Dichan Court!
And I'm a free man! (Alright)
Now I'm a go to the store
And get me a Bud Lite!
And a fat, bag of weeeed!

Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs!
(AAAHHH)
Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb (Whooo)
Christmas trees, leany B's, all types of?
Meds, hydro, even?mint green?
Shiiiit, I don't rap for weed! (Hahaha)
Freestyles, hooks - whatever you need
(Whatever, dog)
Come to my house we can go to the G-room
Take some shrooms, and look up at the moon!
(AAAHHH)
Kick off your shoes, relax your feet
While I roll some herb and
Roll up a fat sweet
Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat
Cause you know Bizarre
He be lovin' some sweets!
I smoke so much weed, my pee is green!
(Eeeewww) next week, it'd be all clean!
Bizarre's in the back, 84 'Lac
Poppin' some pills listenin'
To Fleetwood Mac!

Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high)
And listen to music! (Listen to music)
Some of that good old Hip-Hop! (Hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music)

HA! I'm from Detroit, bitch
Where nothin' is splendid
I'm with niggas that light up trees
Like the month of December
I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies
Drownin' Long Island
Allow me to finish this off with a Valium
Now we, physical zombies gettin' in touch
With hip hop
And R&B, laughin' at shit around me
(yeah, niggas) you overstep your boundaries
I ain't slappin' your hand
You tryna snatch my gan
I'm in casinos slangin' Vicodin
Cloudy, what can you say
To niggas that sniff?
More dust than Saudi Arabia and I get rowdy
I'll be smoky as a kettle black
If you ain't Clinton, then you inhalin' that!
So I'mma force you to smoke hella crack!

Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high)
And listen to music! (Listen to music)
Some of that good old Hip-Hop! (Hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music)

I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up
Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up
Hood pry, unified, G's up, ride or die
Livin' by the code of the street
An eye for a eye
Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life
Homies hangin' at the pool hall
Out on the block, shootin' dice
Every set of push ups is
For my locked up comrads
And for the ones we lost during combat
Pourin' out Cogniac on the concrete
Where the junkies sleep
Little kids runnin' the street
My life is full of pain, but it's positive
Still now that I'm hip to the game
I'm harder to kill
Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the hydros
Watch out for the cars, lil homie!
You the cards, lil' homie!
Yes, you are, lil' homie!
We all stars, lil' homie!

Yes, I wanna get high! (Get high)
And listen to music! (Listen to music)
Some of that good old Hip-Hop! (Hip-hop)
Straight ghetto music! (Ghetto music)

Some of them old Jay-Z!
Or higher blaze! (Yes)
Sam Cooke! Some Al Green, Anita Baker
Give me a pound of that