De La Soul feat. B Real - Peer Pressure текст песни

Текст песни Peer Pressure - B Real , De La Soul



Uh uh uh
Everywhere I go (What happens)
People ask me (What, what)
Yo Dilla, you smoke weed (No doubt)
And I just tell em' Yeah!
Two weeks later, they smokin' weed
That's what I'm talkin' about
I ain't here to tell you not to smoke weed
Everybody get high
I'm here to apply the pressure
You, you, you and you
You and you (Especially you)
Come down to the D
I got some shit that'll blow ya mind
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
Yo, what up my nigga
Yeah, what up with your world
Ain't shit, just got off the cell with this girl
Yeah B you know what we about to do (What the hey)
Come on nigga puff it too, yeah right
Honey draws bees like dookie draws flies
Just like the weed draws me to get high
Now I'm not tryin' to bend ya arm
I just want you to take a hit off the bong
That's all (Just one hit man)
Come on cool it, I'm not foolish
Quit pullin' my leg baitin' me like cod
My name ain't Craig and I ain't lost my job
Don't mind being odd from out the bunch
And y'all cornerin' me ain't stoppin' me from doin' it
(If puffin' so bad, why everybody doin' it)
Man everybody doin' it (Yo come take a puff, style is real)
Let it take ya whole style and feed it
(Go ahead with that man)
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
I got the funk to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got the funk to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
Come on man
Y'all are actin' like this shit is supposed to raise me to the clouds
Shit the clips we smokin' on would make Bob Marley proud
And he was one of the illest
Shit one of the illest ever
He smoked mad trees and still remained clever
I guess ya right
Ain't no need to guess, put us to the test
Ask ya questions alphabetically
OK, hypothetically if I do take a hit
Do I necessarily need to be tastin' on your spit
I mean shit I ain't shared a straw since the fourth grade
But don't chu' know chick like to smoke and get laid (word?)
Don't be a dunce it ain't gonna hurt you once
Quit bein' a punk
Go ahead and hit the fuckin' blunt
But will it take a long time to recover?
Depends on the brother or sis who's puffin'
Hey stop that bluffin' like you givin' a survey
And let us serve the hay
And get yo mind alligned to the ways
Of the master
Man I seen a cast a spell
To plenty and many brain cells and sane cells
A lead to fulfill wants and needs
I heard it's like a gateway to doin' more than weed
Man I love my relationship, I'm no quitter
Mary Jane's my first love and I'mma stick with her
But won't I feel paranoid?
All ya questions is void unless ya try
Come on man for once get high
I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
Hey you don't gotta do anythingthat ya don't wanna do
It's not gonna change you or ruin your persona
Yeah but what if I can't stop
Shit I ain't with bein' no addict (Cut that shit out)
Man, please tell him to stop bein' so dramatic
Just take a hit and let the weed do the trick
But will this make me sick?
Come on, quit actin' like a bitch
I can blaze the weed and you can make excuses
Now ya gonna smell the smoke my greenest weed produces
You'd probably like the smell too, ya probably wouldn't admit it
You'd probably wanna hit too (Yo man, come on quit it)
Ya clearly in denial (Yo this shit ain't my style)
How do you know come on, let us give you a trial
Let's put chu' at ease with these trees
Power to heal, put cha' mind at peace
Yeah, increase the level of the highness
Minus the stress accumulatin' through ya blindness
(Come on man hit this shit)
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
Let me say something
If you just started smokin'
(Please don't smoke too much)
But uh to all my smokers (Smoke it up)
Yeah, let's get em'
Apply pressure, apply the pressure
Apply pressure, let's get em' y'all
Apply pressure



Авторы: Louis Freese, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer, James Yancey, David Jolicoeur


De La Soul feat. B Real - AOI: Bionix
Альбом AOI: Bionix
дата релиза
04-12-2001



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