High Music Lyrics
| Song | High Music |
| Artist | JR Writer |
| Album | History in the Making |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brito, Brown, Joyner | |
| Uh, DipSet | |
| It go cop a pie, cop a brick | |
| Cop an ounce, cop a nick | |
| Get the yay and get away | |
| If you say it's not that piff | |
| Make ya lighter flick | |
| Let's get high as shit | |
| Spark that blunt | |
| If its crack, smack, you backtrack | |
| Puff, puff pass that | |
| Dime put you to sleep | |
| That's what I call a "nap-sack" | |
| From a dub of that "yeah" | |
| To some bud, I don't care | |
| Put your drugs in the air | |
| I get left off of trees | |
| On a jet to Belize (we out) | |
| My first sess, I believe (was what?) | |
| Was some regular weed (okay) | |
| And had me staggering over | |
| Plus kept a bad aroma | |
| Copped it uptown, but called it "Arizona" | |
| It was gruesome you know | |
| I was zooted fo' sho | |
| Stuck on it 'til someone introduced me to 'dro | |
| Hit the stoop for an O | |
| On the move, on the go | |
| Then got the munchies, next move was the sto' | |
| Those were the old days, when I got so blazed | |
| But now the pimp switched, its purple and gold haze | |
| That had my whole days, so dazed | |
| Locked fade, no shades, okay, sitting in the OJs | |
| It's more like my music, roll and get high music | |
| Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it | |
| This is how I do it | |
| Till I get high, zooted, booted | |
| Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated] | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Yeah, I met this chick, ooh | |
| Six-two, thick boobs, skip through | |
| Wrist blue, yup and J loved the way she switched moves | |
| But the bitch was just too crazy (why?) | |
| Haze, B? | |
| Not at all, all she did was sniff glue (what?) | |
| She used to get wopped | |
| Run up a strip block | |
| Squeeze the glue out the bottle | |
| Breathed it out the Ziploc | |
| Ain't have it all up there | |
| Ain't have it all upstairs | |
| Pacing, hallucinating, thinking should could walk on air | |
| She used to talk and share | |
| All of her thoughts, affairs | |
| All facing a wall, "Ma who's over there?" | |
| "Look, I'm over here" (come over here) | |
| Yeah come over here | |
| Matter of fact take another whiff till your nose hair flare | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated] | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Yo I used to stay seated in the lobby | |
| With keys I got from poppi | |
| Yay day to day, hitting fiends off was a hobby | |
| That weed you copped was throppy (trash) | |
| Boobie, ma usually turned 'em into pookey | |
| Beam it up to Scottie | |
| I was a hard flipper | |
| They were some hard hitters | |
| Shit for that hard nigga, they stole some car mirrors | |
| Stereos, TVs, just for a bigger rock | |
| Get your drop, stripped and got, left on cinder blocks (damn) | |
| I took a gang empire | |
| Shit I was slanging fire (crack) | |
| Till them fiends start to lean and got straight up wired | |
| They couldn't hang they liars | |
| Shit them cats, couldn't get the monkey off they back with a tranquilizer | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated] | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up |
| zuo qu : Brito, Brown, Joyner | |
| Uh, DipSet | |
| It go cop a pie, cop a brick | |
| Cop an ounce, cop a nick | |
| Get the yay and get away | |
| If you say it' s not that piff | |
| Make ya lighter flick | |
| Let' s get high as shit | |
| Spark that blunt | |
| If its crack, smack, you backtrack | |
| Puff, puff pass that | |
| Dime put you to sleep | |
| That' s what I call a " napsack" | |
| From a dub of that " yeah" | |
| To some bud, I don' t care | |
| Put your drugs in the air | |
| I get left off of trees | |
| On a jet to Belize we out | |
| My first sess, I believe was what? | |
| Was some regular weed okay | |
| And had me staggering over | |
| Plus kept a bad aroma | |
| Copped it uptown, but called it " Arizona" | |
| It was gruesome you know | |
| I was zooted fo' sho | |
| Stuck on it ' til someone introduced me to ' dro | |
| Hit the stoop for an O | |
| On the move, on the go | |
| Then got the munchies, next move was the sto' | |
| Those were the old days, when I got so blazed | |
| But now the pimp switched, its purple and gold haze | |
| That had my whole days, so dazed | |
| Locked fade, no shades, okay, sitting in the OJs | |
| It' s more like my music, roll and get high music | |
| Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it | |
| This is how I do it | |
| Till I get high, zooted, booted | |
| Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up repeated | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Yeah, I met this chick, ooh | |
| Sixtwo, thick boobs, skip through | |
| Wrist blue, yup and J loved the way she switched moves | |
| But the bitch was just too crazy why? | |
| Haze, B? | |
| Not at all, all she did was sniff glue what? | |
| She used to get wopped | |
| Run up a strip block | |
| Squeeze the glue out the bottle | |
| Breathed it out the Ziploc | |
| Ain' t have it all up there | |
| Ain' t have it all upstairs | |
| Pacing, hallucinating, thinking should could walk on air | |
| She used to talk and share | |
| All of her thoughts, affairs | |
| All facing a wall, " Ma who' s over there?" | |
| " Look, I' m over here" come over here | |
| Yeah come over here | |
| Matter of fact take another whiff till your nose hair flare | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up repeated | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Yo I used to stay seated in the lobby | |
| With keys I got from poppi | |
| Yay day to day, hitting fiends off was a hobby | |
| That weed you copped was throppy trash | |
| Boobie, ma usually turned ' em into pookey | |
| Beam it up to Scottie | |
| I was a hard flipper | |
| They were some hard hitters | |
| Shit for that hard nigga, they stole some car mirrors | |
| Stereos, TVs, just for a bigger rock | |
| Get your drop, stripped and got, left on cinder blocks damn | |
| I took a gang empire | |
| Shit I was slanging fire crack | |
| Till them fiends start to lean and got straight up wired | |
| They couldn' t hang they liars | |
| Shit them cats, couldn' t get the monkey off they back with a tranquilizer | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up repeated | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up |
| zuò qǔ : Brito, Brown, Joyner | |
| Uh, DipSet | |
| It go cop a pie, cop a brick | |
| Cop an ounce, cop a nick | |
| Get the yay and get away | |
| If you say it' s not that piff | |
| Make ya lighter flick | |
| Let' s get high as shit | |
| Spark that blunt | |
| If its crack, smack, you backtrack | |
| Puff, puff pass that | |
| Dime put you to sleep | |
| That' s what I call a " napsack" | |
| From a dub of that " yeah" | |
| To some bud, I don' t care | |
| Put your drugs in the air | |
| I get left off of trees | |
| On a jet to Belize we out | |
| My first sess, I believe was what? | |
| Was some regular weed okay | |
| And had me staggering over | |
| Plus kept a bad aroma | |
| Copped it uptown, but called it " Arizona" | |
| It was gruesome you know | |
| I was zooted fo' sho | |
| Stuck on it ' til someone introduced me to ' dro | |
| Hit the stoop for an O | |
| On the move, on the go | |
| Then got the munchies, next move was the sto' | |
| Those were the old days, when I got so blazed | |
| But now the pimp switched, its purple and gold haze | |
| That had my whole days, so dazed | |
| Locked fade, no shades, okay, sitting in the OJs | |
| It' s more like my music, roll and get high music | |
| Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it | |
| This is how I do it | |
| Till I get high, zooted, booted | |
| Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up repeated | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Yeah, I met this chick, ooh | |
| Sixtwo, thick boobs, skip through | |
| Wrist blue, yup and J loved the way she switched moves | |
| But the bitch was just too crazy why? | |
| Haze, B? | |
| Not at all, all she did was sniff glue what? | |
| She used to get wopped | |
| Run up a strip block | |
| Squeeze the glue out the bottle | |
| Breathed it out the Ziploc | |
| Ain' t have it all up there | |
| Ain' t have it all upstairs | |
| Pacing, hallucinating, thinking should could walk on air | |
| She used to talk and share | |
| All of her thoughts, affairs | |
| All facing a wall, " Ma who' s over there?" | |
| " Look, I' m over here" come over here | |
| Yeah come over here | |
| Matter of fact take another whiff till your nose hair flare | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up repeated | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Yo I used to stay seated in the lobby | |
| With keys I got from poppi | |
| Yay day to day, hitting fiends off was a hobby | |
| That weed you copped was throppy trash | |
| Boobie, ma usually turned ' em into pookey | |
| Beam it up to Scottie | |
| I was a hard flipper | |
| They were some hard hitters | |
| Shit for that hard nigga, they stole some car mirrors | |
| Stereos, TVs, just for a bigger rock | |
| Get your drop, stripped and got, left on cinder blocks damn | |
| I took a gang empire | |
| Shit I was slanging fire crack | |
| Till them fiends start to lean and got straight up wired | |
| They couldn' t hang they liars | |
| Shit them cats, couldn' t get the monkey off they back with a tranquilizer | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up repeated | |
| Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up | |
| Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up |
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