I was so wasted I was a hippie I was a burnout I was a dropout I was out of my head I was a surfer I had skateboard I was so heavy, man I lived on the
The best bloody mary you've ever tasted Go to work wasted Go to work bombed Gotta pull a shot, before you start the job I wanna operate, heavy machinery
is too high*and I feel em gettin over*Land Cruisers*Issuzus or new shoes*man dem notes is heavy*that?s why I got a couple Chevies*low budget I am believe
?" Look in the back for a wack emcee Make it happen baby [Tim Dog] Make it happen baby [x8] [Ced Gee] I'm Ced Gee, a light-skinned brother with a low
you came home then I got your ass a deal Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills Money got low
mary you've ever tasted. go to work wasted. go to work bombed. ya gotta pull a shot before you start the job. i wanna operate heavy machinery. i
my waist heavy picture me being stuck in the closet like R Kelly that ain't likely I know that you like me just keep me on the low you can still
just want to spit man I don't need this grief [VERSE TWO] [HOST] I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh, j-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
Again on the stage where everybody's ready To rap this beat or do you wanna call it heavy We wanna wecome you to this unfinished show We wanna welcome
behind Cold sky lies shattered and all the fractures fall on me Body roams alone as mind is wandering north Heavy clouds hang low just to keep me company
like never before The surface world learned of the malaise Black pope, usurper, he saw through the veil They plan their defense in the land of the wasted
highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy
the dust, on your feet but just a bit unsteady you want to close your eyes, be taken by surprise but not before you're absolutely ready so lay low, as
baby, make it happen baby Make it happen baby, make it happen baby Make it happen baby, make it happen baby I'm Ced Gee, a light skinned brother with a low
Know My Waist Heavy Picture Me Bein' Stuck In Th E Closet Like R. Kelly That Ain't Likely I Know That You Like Me Just Keep Me On The Low You Can Still
supper, and - where's father? The mother said, "Children, you better run down to the corner store and fetch your old man. He's probably down there wasting
