we about to get fucc up lyrics – d.p.g

what we ’bout to do ’cause?
(we about to get f*cked up!)
cigarettes, heron
(we about to get f*cked up!)
coke, crack, ice, blaze it up
(we about to get f*cked up!)
sherm, sherm

bomb weed, swisher sweets
all types of sh*t we need
get me high ever day
p*ssing by give me weed

(we about to get f*cked up!)
uppers, downers, methamphetamines

[kurupt]
sherm sticks get me to floating i’m a balance the motion
i keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking
keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting
keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting
i feel great, super ’cause, i can fly, i’m high
i’m the biggest thing a motherf*cker could see in his life
i got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties
except to my homeboys, my family, and my life

[daz]
get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire
get high, and high, and high, more and more high
n*gg* is we f*cked up? everyday, all day, all night
everyday all f*cking night, every motherf*cking night
with a fifth of hennessy i’m buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud
me and my n*gg*s is known to smoke it smoke it up
i pop pills, get back in the mood to kill
getting iller than ill, getting realer than real
what about you, you know the drugs
so all my n*gg*s and my b*tches right about now

[chorus]
(you know we about to get f*cked up!)
smoking weed on the curb
see my homeboy chilling swigging?
(we about to get f*cked up!)
to all my smokers smoking dope
please don’t over dose please don’t overdose

(we about to get f*cked up!)
getting high, dipping bye, just might crash
that’s when i’m high i dip and dash
(we about to get f*cked up!)
i smoke weed and hash
i makes all the cash, i makes all the cash

[kurupt]
i get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out
i get 20 leagues beneath the sea and i won’t drown
i’m a emerge where you least expect me to emerge
and i’m very violent right now with an electrical surge
since we floating like clouds and i’m surging with electricity
i’m an electrical cloud and i’ll f*ck you up
to make a long story short take a tote of my ‘port
then head westbound homie, back home to the fort
i’m a green berea i’m a pimp and i got ho’s
that by me nice things, jewelry and clothes
i get high and get to trippin’, but that’s alright
you know what we do in the day and what we do in the night

[daz]
we smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
we smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb
we smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
we smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb
get your head out your *ss and blaze up the gr*ss
do what i said real quick and real fast
cigar paper or a zag
we f*cking with ounces n*gg* you still f*cking with them bags
n*gg* don’t make me laugh
yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded
stuff it in your *ss n*gg* won’t you beat it
i do it like i want it and want it how i can get it
and did it just how i want it
(you see it ain’t no thang)

(we about to get f*cked up!)
’cause it’s nothing
and see nothing from nothing leaves nothing
(we about to get f*cked up!)
spending g’s smoking trees
every day every day all week and it’s nothing to me
(we about to get f*cked up!)
heron, know it’s the bomb
hit it like one more time
(we about to get f*cked up!)
crack, weed, pills, hot sherm,
regulate to make paper, paper
(it’s money n*gg*. all my n*gg*s getting high packing heat.
yeah, all my n*gg*s off x, uh huh all my g’s.)

/ d p g lyrics