Put It Down
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics

What up y'all?
Blaze Ya Dead Homie greets his audience and introduces himself.

Let me tell y'all a little story
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is going to share a personal anecdote.

Now everytime we roll up a joint
Whenever a joint is rolled, Blaze Ya Dead Homie's name is brought up.

Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller
Blaze Ya Dead Homie talks about how people talk about him as if he's a big shot.

I don't give a fuck
Blaze Ya Dead Homie does not care about what others think.

Dead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from me
Blaze Ya Dead Homie points out that despite being dead, he does not receive any special treatment.

So Blaze can kiss my ass
Blaze Ya Dead Homie expresses his frustration towards himself.

I put in work for my hood
Blaze Ya Dead Homie informs that he works hard for his neighborhood.

So fuck a 9 to 5
Blaze Ya Dead Homie does not want to work in a regular job.

You can find me on the corner
Blaze Ya Dead Homie suggests that he's a street dealer.

Hustlin' on the grind
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is working hard to better his life and make money.

They call me Mr. Lump Lump
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has a nickname that is derived from his drug dealing activities.

So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump
People are drawn towards Blaze Ya Dead Homie's activities due to the noise they make.

They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man
People are eager to buy Blaze Ya Dead Homie's products like kids running to buy ice cream.

Children I'm sorry it's Blaze in the loony van
Blaze Ya Dead Homie apologizes for selling drugs to children and compares himself to a crazy person in a van.

All I want to do is make money and smoke
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is interested in making money and smoking weed.

Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is interested in sleeping with multiple women and selling drugs.

The law ain't good for a muthafuckin thang
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is not fond of the law and does not believe it is beneficial.

But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way
Blaze Ya Dead Homie believes that cops only eat donuts and bother people.

I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has been gone for over a day and recognizes that things have changed in his neighborhood.

Some many died and some faded away
Many people have died or disappeared from Blaze Ya Dead Homie's neighborhood.

I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is a representative of the ghetto and considers himself an important figure in his community.

I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is dedicated to his neighborhood and takes care of it.

Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
People in Blaze Ya Dead Homie's neighborhood are trying to improve their lives and get ahead.

So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck
Blaze Ya Dead Homie threatens people to give him money or face the consequences.

I've been dead to the world for the last 11 years
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has not actively participated in the world for the last 11 years due to his death.

My body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my ear
Blaze Ya Dead Homie's body is falling apart due to decomposition, and he's missing an ear.

Still gonna rock till the day I die again
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is going to continue with his lifestyle until he dies again.

Get up back from the dead, and ryde again
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is going to come back from death and continue his lifestyle.

Walk again, talk thug shit, right
Blaze Ya Dead Homie intends to become active again and emit a tough-guy attitude.

Empty mack clips, right
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is going to use all his bullets to kill.

Keep it old school, want to see that bitch? Uh huh
Blaze Ya Dead Homie adheres to old school practices and shows off his gun to intimidate people.

When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps
Blaze Ya Dead Homie describes a group of gangsters wearing certain clothing brands.

Killers, jerry curls, and baseball bats
Blaze Ya Dead Homie describes the fashion and preferred weapons of certain gangsters.

Ready to die like everyday
Gangsters are ready to die regularly.

I put it down like a muthafucka, everyday
Blaze Ya Dead Homie acts tough every day and takes care of his neighborhood.

I drink brew and smoke weed like, everyday
Blaze Ya Dead Homie consumes alcohol and marijuana regularly.

And we all trying to get paid but anyway
Everyone is trying to make money.

Killas don't talk, but this one do
Most killers are silent, but Blaze Ya Dead Homie is speaking up.

Talk you out your wallet let the 45 blast you
Blaze Ya Dead Homie will take your money and shoot you with his gun.

Twice in the chest, once in the face
Blaze Ya Dead Homie intends to shoot his victim in the chest twice and in the face once.

Plus the extra heater on the safe side in case
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has an additional gun for backup, on the safe side.

Your bitch is wack well she can catch one too
Blaze Ya Dead Homie will even shoot your woman if she's bothersome.

Cause if you're down with your hood
If you are committed to your neighborhood,

Then your hood down with you
Your neighborhood will support you in return.

Psychopathic just like thugs
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has a psychotic mindset like most gangsters.

We ball, and we fight
Blaze Ya Dead Homie and his gangsters party and get into fights often.

And just like the freaks I come out every night
Blaze Ya Dead Homie behaves like a wild person and comes out at night.

Holdin' down the sidewalk
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is a fixture on a particular sidewalk.

Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is standing around gangsters who will soon be dead and outlined in chalk.

Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of OE
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is drinking a cold 40-ounce bottle of Olde English malt liquor.

Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin'
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is perpetually drunk, and his surroundings are filled with restless souls.

Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk
Blaze Ya Dead Homie carries a spare gun in his car's trunk.

Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper
Blaze Ya Dead Homie slaps women and has no respect for women rappers.

Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter
Blaze Ya Dead Homie believes that women exist solely for sexual purposes.

Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me
Blaze Ya Dead Homie warns strangers to stay away from him.

Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie mocks listeners who believe that they truly know him.

G Blood imbedded in street blocks
Blaze Ya Dead Homie is deeply associated with the gang Bloods.

That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots
Blaze Ya Dead Homie strives to be a tough guy and shoot people.

Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has bullet wounds on his chest but is still alive and doesn't worry about it.

Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka
Blaze Ya Dead Homie has already died for his neighborhood, and is willing to die again if necessary.