High Come Down - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | High Come Down - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Unrestricted |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [JD] Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) | |
| Yeah, yeah come on | |
| Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) | |
| Yeah, yeah come on [Da Brat] | |
| Each day I come in, it's always somethin' | |
| Don't stress me, | |
| I'm paid like | |
| Phil Drummin | |
| I pop like ten | |
| Crist'ies a day | |
| In the spot like, | |
| I'm way past risqué | |
| B-R-A-T hard and sexy | |
| And you can't get next to me baby | |
| With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete | |
| I don't wanna be fucked with when | |
| I cheat It's my smoking lye, how it's supposed to be | |
| You bitches could never get close to me | |
| Hopefully you know not to blow my high | |
| Impose in my zone extinguish my fire | |
| It's my desire to blaze it up | |
| Mad cause | |
| I puff I don't give a fuck | |
| Don't come around me with no negative shit | |
| Step up, step up and | |
| I'mma bust your lip | |
| Cause… [Chorus] | |
| Cause I don't like to be fucked with when | |
| I'm high (To the sky) | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down (Down, down, down) | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don't wanna be around you no more [Da Brat] | |
| Let's space it out, my faith is out | |
| When I get frustrated | |
| I take it out | |
| On the optimo so break it out | |
| Gun me vicariously till | |
| I choke me | |
| Make no mistake about | |
| Miss Harris stakin' out | |
| Good cabbage lay it out | |
| Gray for glycoma, rotten to | |
| Daytona How to survive? | |
| Get high all by your lonesome | |
| Unless you want some company | |
| I might pass the blunt but this bud's for me | |
| My concentration and know nothing else | |
| I take my problems lay 'em on the shelf | |
| Block all the calls then shut off the cell | |
| It's not absurd niggas get on my nerves | |
| With bullshit too much for this bitch | |
| Me and my spliff don't wanna be fucked with [Chorus] | |
| Cause I don't like to be fucked with when | |
| I'm high (Too the sky) | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down (Down, down, down) | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don't wanna be around you no more | |
| Usually, when | |
| I split my gun down the middle | |
| Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute | |
| For me to get to that place we love to go | |
| I made this shit so you would know [Da Brat] | |
| When the ashes burn off | |
| I get flashes on how you were turned off | |
| And a big distraction | |
| Don't nobody wanna be agitated | |
| Upset or annoyed, and aggravated | |
| Masturbation ain't stimulating as this | |
| When it's twist, put it up to my lips and hit | |
| Don't forget to puff, puff and pass | |
| My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash [Chorus] | |
| Cause I don't like to be fucked with when | |
| I'm high (Too the sky) | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down (Down, down, down) | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don't wanna be around you no more, no more |
| JD Yeah, yeah come on Baby you make my | |
| Yeah, yeah come on | |
| Yeah, yeah come on Baby you make my | |
| Yeah, yeah come on Da Brat | |
| Each day I come in, it' s always somethin' | |
| Don' t stress me, | |
| I' m paid like | |
| Phil Drummin | |
| I pop like ten | |
| Crist' ies a day | |
| In the spot like, | |
| I' m way past risque | |
| BRAT hard and sexy | |
| And you can' t get next to me baby | |
| With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete | |
| I don' t wanna be fucked with when | |
| I cheat It' s my smoking lye, how it' s supposed to be | |
| You bitches could never get close to me | |
| Hopefully you know not to blow my high | |
| Impose in my zone extinguish my fire | |
| It' s my desire to blaze it up | |
| Mad cause | |
| I puff I don' t give a fuck | |
| Don' t come around me with no negative shit | |
| Step up, step up and | |
| I' mma bust your lip | |
| Cause Chorus | |
| Cause I don' t like to be fucked with when | |
| I' m high To the sky | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down Down, down, down | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don' t wanna be around you no more Da Brat | |
| Let' s space it out, my faith is out | |
| When I get frustrated | |
| I take it out | |
| On the optimo so break it out | |
| Gun me vicariously till | |
| I choke me | |
| Make no mistake about | |
| Miss Harris stakin' out | |
| Good cabbage lay it out | |
| Gray for glycoma, rotten to | |
| Daytona How to survive? | |
| Get high all by your lonesome | |
| Unless you want some company | |
| I might pass the blunt but this bud' s for me | |
| My concentration and know nothing else | |
| I take my problems lay ' em on the shelf | |
| Block all the calls then shut off the cell | |
| It' s not absurd niggas get on my nerves | |
| With bullshit too much for this bitch | |
| Me and my spliff don' t wanna be fucked with Chorus | |
| Cause I don' t like to be fucked with when | |
| I' m high Too the sky | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down Down, down, down | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don' t wanna be around you no more | |
| Usually, when | |
| I split my gun down the middle | |
| Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute | |
| For me to get to that place we love to go | |
| I made this shit so you would know Da Brat | |
| When the ashes burn off | |
| I get flashes on how you were turned off | |
| And a big distraction | |
| Don' t nobody wanna be agitated | |
| Upset or annoyed, and aggravated | |
| Masturbation ain' t stimulating as this | |
| When it' s twist, put it up to my lips and hit | |
| Don' t forget to puff, puff and pass | |
| My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash Chorus | |
| Cause I don' t like to be fucked with when | |
| I' m high Too the sky | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down Down, down, down | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don' t wanna be around you no more, no more |
| JD Yeah, yeah come on Baby you make my | |
| Yeah, yeah come on | |
| Yeah, yeah come on Baby you make my | |
| Yeah, yeah come on Da Brat | |
| Each day I come in, it' s always somethin' | |
| Don' t stress me, | |
| I' m paid like | |
| Phil Drummin | |
| I pop like ten | |
| Crist' ies a day | |
| In the spot like, | |
| I' m way past risqué | |
| BRAT hard and sexy | |
| And you can' t get next to me baby | |
| With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete | |
| I don' t wanna be fucked with when | |
| I cheat It' s my smoking lye, how it' s supposed to be | |
| You bitches could never get close to me | |
| Hopefully you know not to blow my high | |
| Impose in my zone extinguish my fire | |
| It' s my desire to blaze it up | |
| Mad cause | |
| I puff I don' t give a fuck | |
| Don' t come around me with no negative shit | |
| Step up, step up and | |
| I' mma bust your lip | |
| Cause Chorus | |
| Cause I don' t like to be fucked with when | |
| I' m high To the sky | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down Down, down, down | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don' t wanna be around you no more Da Brat | |
| Let' s space it out, my faith is out | |
| When I get frustrated | |
| I take it out | |
| On the optimo so break it out | |
| Gun me vicariously till | |
| I choke me | |
| Make no mistake about | |
| Miss Harris stakin' out | |
| Good cabbage lay it out | |
| Gray for glycoma, rotten to | |
| Daytona How to survive? | |
| Get high all by your lonesome | |
| Unless you want some company | |
| I might pass the blunt but this bud' s for me | |
| My concentration and know nothing else | |
| I take my problems lay ' em on the shelf | |
| Block all the calls then shut off the cell | |
| It' s not absurd niggas get on my nerves | |
| With bullshit too much for this bitch | |
| Me and my spliff don' t wanna be fucked with Chorus | |
| Cause I don' t like to be fucked with when | |
| I' m high Too the sky | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down Down, down, down | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don' t wanna be around you no more | |
| Usually, when | |
| I split my gun down the middle | |
| Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute | |
| For me to get to that place we love to go | |
| I made this shit so you would know Da Brat | |
| When the ashes burn off | |
| I get flashes on how you were turned off | |
| And a big distraction | |
| Don' t nobody wanna be agitated | |
| Upset or annoyed, and aggravated | |
| Masturbation ain' t stimulating as this | |
| When it' s twist, put it up to my lips and hit | |
| Don' t forget to puff, puff and pass | |
| My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash Chorus | |
| Cause I don' t like to be fucked with when | |
| I' m high Too the sky | |
| First thing you can do is make my high come down Down, down, down | |
| Ooh when you make my high come down | |
| I don' t wanna be around you no more, no more |
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