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Peer Pressure De La Soul

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Uh uh uh Everywhere I go (What happens) People ask me (What, what) Yo dealer, 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 den I got some shit that'll blow ya mind

Hook: B-Real

Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure

Dave

Yo, what up my nigga (Yeah, what up with your world) Ain't shit, just got off the cell with this girl (So far) Yeah B you know what we about to do (What the hey) Come on nigga puff it too, yeah right

B-Real

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)

Pos

Come on cool it, I'm not foolish Quit pullin' my leg baitin' me like cob My name ain't Craig and I ain't lost my job Don't mind be 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)

B-Real

Let it take ya whole style and feed it

Hook

B-Real

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)

Dave

Come on Y'all are actin' like this shit is supposed to raise me to the clouds

B-Real

Shit the clips we smokin' on would make Bob Marley proud And he was one of the illest

Dave

Shit one of the illest ever (He smoked mad trees and still remained clever I guess ya right

B-Real

Ain't no need to guess, put it to the test Ask ya questions alphabetically

Pos

OK, hypothetically if I do take a hit Do I necessarily have to be tastin' your spit I mean shit I ain't shared a straw since the fourth grade

B-Real

But don't chu' know chick like to smoke and get laid Don't be a dunce it ain't gonna hurt you once Quit bein' a punk Go ahead and hit the fuckin' blunt

Dave

But will it take a long time to recover Hey stop that bluffin' like you givin' a survey And let us serve the hay And get yo mind alligned to the ways

B-Real

Of the master

Pos

Man I seen a cast a spell To 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

B-Real

Man I love my relationship, I'm no quitter Mary Jane's my first love and I'ma stick with her

Pos

And when I feel paranoid

Dave

All ya questions is void unless ya try Come on man for once get high

B-Real

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)

B-Real

Hey you don't gotta do anything ya don't wanna It's not gonna change you or ruin your persona

Pos

Yeah but what if I can't stop Shit I ain't with bein' no addict (Cut that shit out)

B-Real

Man, please tell him to stop bein' so dramatic Just take a hit and let the weed do the trick

Pos

But will this make me sick

B-Real

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 (Come on man 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 My miss express accumulatin' through ya blindness

Hook

B-Real

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 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