Blow Wind Blow
Musikjury Titel Nr. 12 Lyrics
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Hmm, yeah
This just one of them days when yo' ass just want to chill out
And motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin?
Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
Blowin all yo' high away
Now that's some fucked up shit, heh
But it happens, yknowhatI'msayin? Yo
[Eminem]
Yo yo yo yo
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
That you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and
[Chorus: D-12]
Blow, my, buzz
You want to want to just don't blow, my, buzz
(Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs
(Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up
(I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
[Bizarre]
[ding dong] Bitch let me in the house (Avon?)
No, I just came to eat your mother out
It's the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go 'head!)
[Eminem] Bizarre sit yo' nasty ass down
[Bizarre]
I spot this fat bitch from across the room
Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (yea yea!)
My face is pink, lookin for a sink
And don't worry bout what I put in your drink
It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up
Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore)
Bitches I'm catchin, blunts I'm matchin
Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverand Jesse Jackson
[Swifty McVay]
Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
It'd be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions
But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (f'real)
Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring here ass here
I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare
And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear
When I'm out eatin, you fags'll interfere
They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sittin here
I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass want to hear?
I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay?
You want some yea? I'll front yo' ass a play
But other than that, get the hell out my face
Because you niggaz tryin to
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Kun] Yo Denaun you seem shook
[Kon] I really am dawg look
This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
[Kun] Aww man you probably lead her on
[Kon] I just bought her a beer!
[Kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
[Kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me cryin
[Kun] Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it
[Kon] Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
[Kun] Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone
Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home
Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
Go kill yourself
[Kon] Fuck you!
[Kun] Well stop blowin my buzz!
[Proof]
I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
With a slut on my arm while I'm downin the 'gnac
Got the pills in my system, floatin around
Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth
Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in
I think I'm goin def like old senile men
Only one good demo out of three thousand
(Yo I ain't want to rap for you anyway, so keep talkin)
Next nigga that bump me, I'ma do the Humpty
And elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me
(Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit)
Whassup fool? Fuck you punk!
(Motherfucker, the fuck? It's on fool it's on! Whassup then nigga?)
[Chorus w/ variations]
We'll be cool
We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just tryin to smoke my weed
Smoke my weed..
I'm tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up
While I'm just tryin to get blowed
Spittin to me some mo'.. (hehehe)
The song “Blow Wind Blow” by Musikjury Titel Nr. 12 is a rap song that talks about the experience of getting high and enjoying one’s peace, which is always disturbed by nagging people. The song comprises verses by various rappers, where each talks about their experience with getting high. The first verse by Swifty McVay talks about the frustrations of people interfering with others' peace, while Eminem’s verse talks about drug addiction and paranoia associated with getting high. Bizarre’s verse talks about his desire for oral sex, while Swifty McVay’s second verse is about people getting out of control after getting high.
The chorus is repeated with variations throughout the song, reminding listeners to let those who want to smoke, drink, or get high be, or else they will face consequences. Overall, the lyrics provide an entertaining and humorous take on the experience of getting high, with each verse being unique and relatable to listeners who enjoy such activities.
Line by Line Meaning
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
Do you suffer from schizophrenia like I do?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many people can claim to be psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
How many people can say that marijuana has rotted their brain?
You got it like I got it or not?
Do you have it like I have it?
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth
When your mouth is dry from smoking too much weed
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
When you become addicted to weed
That you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine
That you end up spending over 1000 dollars at a vending machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
You have the munchies and can't stop eating junk food
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
You have junk food in the front seat of your car
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
Sometimes you can become very paranoid from smoking marijuana
That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
That you start to believe that everyone is watching you
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
But whatever your drug of choice is, go all out
Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs
Just don't bother me when I'm using drugs
Blow, my, buzz
Don't ruin my high
You want to want to just don't blow, my, buzz
If you want to do something, just don't ruin my high
And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs
I'm going to sit here and roll my drugs
Smoke my weeeeed
Smoke my weed
And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up
And if you talk, I'm going to fight you
Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
Just don't say anything and we'll be fine
Bitches I'm catchin, blunts I'm matchin
I'm trying to pick up girls and smoke weed
Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverand Jesse Jackson
Don't call me Bizarre, call me the Reverend Jesse Jackson
Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
Who are you and why are you bothering me?
I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass want to hear?
I like to get drunk and smoke weed, what do you want to hear?
You want some yea? I'll front yo' ass a play
Do you want some drugs? I'll give you some on credit
But other than that, get the hell out my face
Other than that, leave me alone
Because you niggaz tryin to
Because you guys are trying to ruin my high
We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just tryin to smoke my weed
If you don't talk while I'm smoking my weed, we'll be fine
I'm tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up
I'm trying to drink with my friends, so be quiet
While I'm just tryin to get blowed
While I'm just trying to get high
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DE SHAUN DUPREE HOLTON, DENAUN M PORTER, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, ONDRE C MOORE, RUFUS JOHNSON, RUFUS B JOHNSON, VON M CARLISLE
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Well, when the sun rose this mornin'
I didn't have my baby by my side
Oh, when the sun rose this mornin'
I didn't have my baby by my side
Well know where she was
Well, she's out with another guy
Well, don't the sun look lonesome?
Shadin' down behind the trees
Well, don't the sun looks so lonesome
Shadin' down behind the trees
Well, don't your house look so lonesome?
When your baby packed up to leave
Well, alright
Well, blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back to me
Oh, blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back to me
Well, you know if I don't soon find her
My heart's gonna be in misery
Well, alright, alright
Oh, goodbye, baby
I don't have no more to say
Oh, goodbye, baby
I don't have no more to say
Go ahead and have your way
@senemorcaykalyoncu6369
HERE IS THE PERSONNEL OF THE SHOW :
MUDDY WATERS....GUITAR AND VOCALS...
LITLLE WALTER : HARMONICA...
JIMMY ROGERS : ELECTRIC GUITAR...
ELGIN EVANS : THE DRUMS...
OTIS SPANN : THE PIANO...
WILLIE DIXON : THE BASS GUITAR...
@pierrevallee1939
One thing I like, Muddy is the lead singer, but he’s not « in front », he’s « in » the band. A lesson to all the narcississtics…
@eugenegd2112
Well said!
@greggorsag9787
This is sublime. The legends in the band, the performance, the video production, the lighting, the clothes, the colors, the unity and feel of this band, Muddy’s restrained but driving vocal, the solos, just everything.
@Alanoffer
Drummers don’t play this beat in modern blues bands , But to me this is the way it should be played ,
@DavidMScott-cs8pp
Your so right. I’m 83 and still gigging and this drummer plays it like I learned it... a shuffle with a mix of triplets rather than a straight back beat on the snare. Rock drumming has most of the current players focused on that style.
I met a very good keys/vocalist awhile back and we were doing some Classic Rock and Blues. I did it shuffle style and he stopped playing and said “no,no play it straight” I’ve also had guitarists look at me as if I’m weird for playing that way. I also play a lot of Jazz and when I get a solo I try to play the melody whereas with Rock the drummer concentrated on how many times he can go at breakneck speed “around the toms”
Just sayin’
@rainerwaansinn
They knew how to record music. They didn't squint at sound and wild camera angles. They got the important stuff right in the picture. Back then. Fifty years ago. Thank you!
@brianwells4507
Rainer, to those guy's it was all about the sound, not the cosmetics. I got a Ibanez Jazz bass in '74, couldn't afford a Fender. Then a buddy sold me a 1967 Silvertone 100 watt Solid State guitar amp with 6 10" Jensen's. It was a model 1400 something? Looked uncool as hell, but for $60, it sounded pretty funky! One of my favorite local Chicago Blues bands in the 70's was Son Seals. Great vocals and a driving rhythm with searing stretched strings solos on a hollow body Guild. But his bassist Snapper Martin was what floored me, he had the same Silvertone amp, with a Teisco "Del Ray" cheesy Bass? Here I wanted a Blackface Fender Bassman and needless to say Snapper certainly could afford one,too? But that's when I realized, to those musicians if it sounds great, play it!
@basfitzverploegh3848
This recording is 50 years old ... still better than nowadays' crap that's on the radio ... Blues forever !! :-)
@Ironworthstriking
Who cares what’s on the radio? There’s tons of killer modern blues to listen to these days. Matt Schofield, Eric Gales, Christone “Kingfish” Ingram to name a few.
@basfitzverploegh3848
@Tyler Davis Yep, true. Great bluesmen ... en women (Bonnie Raitt..)