Get Lifted Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

Uh-huh 

Yeah 

One two, one two 

Smokin blunts 

Mad Dog 20/20 

We gonna get funky 

I grab the forty rip off the skirt 

Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks 

When shit's thick and no time to think 

Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct 

I puff a L and drink some liquor 

Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker 

As God as my witness, with the sickness 

of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus 

My perpetual rebel intellectual 

Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either 

I float simply with the canibus setiva 

As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures 

And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures 

If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head 

Once said by a Ph.D med 

Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cause 

("I... get lifted") 

Roll a Phillie and get 

Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") 

Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") 

Roll/Puff the Phillie and get 

Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") 

This the real deal not a publicity stunt 

I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts 

But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream 

Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen 

I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire 

Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher 

I've been to college but to be truthfully frank 

Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think 

I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah 

Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia 

And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin 

You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that 

("I... get lifted") 

Roll a Phillie and get 

Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") 

Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") 

Roll/Puff the Phillie and get 

Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") 

Step into this intersection and take this rap 

I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot 

I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers 

Smokin herb, and the bible papers 

But how does it feel when you got no fire? 

And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side 

What the fuck? Who the fuck want to fuck 

with the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha 

What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus 

And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus 

So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond 

So I can toke it with more wins than a python 

Different Strokes for different folks 

He like the chocolate thai 

you like to float with the green skunky smoke 

Roll up a fat one and pass it around 

Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word 

("I... get lifted") 

Roll a Phillie and get 

Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") 

Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") 

Roll/Puff the Phillie and get 

Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") 

("I... get lifted") 

Roll a Phillie and get 

Roll a ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk") 

Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up ("I... get lifted") 

Roll/Puff the Phillie and get 

Roll/Puff the ziggy and get ("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk") 

"Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit? 

He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is..."