I don't give a motherfuck Yea I'm leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup Yea I'm high, Bout to roll me up another blunt I rolled a Biggie Smalls... Heres
take Like servin' classes up fresh out da gate [Phonte:] Without the papes (papers) we 'bout to get this rap shit nailed down Cause stakes (steaks) is high
that weed, an a shadow of doubt wit out, cloudy can't tryin to figure who it tell on, the pistol packin Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe
itz like the devil when we cum outside i aint lyin mi niggaz pumpin the nine stead they droppin like flies see we livin like larry james see most of a us high
and Kartoon ball like Scooby-Doo! I don't laid on that bump from months and months Now I'm rollin' on Blunts, doin' launch we launch! Big tells of plaques
I heard your Applebum like Bonita Your accent telling me you from the eastside Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high I get high, what about you
ash tray [Verse 1:] The makin' of a mad man who entered stories of Devante Swing, Eva Gardner, the crashin of James Dean, Bobby Brown, influenced by Rick James
leavin everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown {*sample cut and repeated*} [Nas] Everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James
't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs
I be spittin game Out that purple rain All types of diffrent colors from my Louie Chain Ugh On that gushy New Orleans Kush Number 25 We calling Reggie Bush Smokin Mary Jane High as Rick James
The Dogg, my weed religion - basic! Only nation for the weed, is Gold Nation Now you high, then throw it up Even Rick James had to sing about her, it
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
if you can't handle it Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get Then next I check how many niggaz
man Where the knotty-headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell And if you don't know your fool better ask Aiyyo-yo you better pass that blunt And
see me and they think I'm on point So they roll me a blunt, or either pass me a joint I'm the modern day Rick James, yeah that's me Anything less than
["For the high point their teology consists of these two things: hissing at] [demons and skething the cross on their foreheads."] [Flavius Claudius Julianus
these are just previews, it all would come soon I'm just living in it, like front rooms Cause any minute it all could conclude Chasing the high like running on blunt
, but the bitches call me Kevin They try to make me think they close to me, but Neb'in (never) You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for