Song | I'm High |
Artist | Spice 1 |
Album | The Black Bossalini (aka Dr. Bomb from Da Bay) |
作词 : Green, Paris | |
Chorus:i'm high (repeat 6x) | |
S-p-i-c-e about to hit it and crawl | |
Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa | |
Purple haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up | |
With some niggaz who don't want to put the gats up | |
I'm high til i kick the bucket | |
Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and i'll | |
Smoke it with the dead niggas | |
Light it up like the fourth of july | |
Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high | |
I get tired and ? pussy | |
And niggaz know i got to smoke about half ounce, before i flow | |
It ain't no ? in my zig-zag, i roll my blunt | |
There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt | |
To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down | |
You can find a little chron' spot in every town | |
Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block | |
Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper | |
I'm addicted to the thc, gettin fucked up | |
Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up | |
Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner | |
Mobbin on the fine betty's smokin out the beamer | |
Just call me dr. bomb from the bay | |
Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an a.k. | |
Kick back lay back and throw them feet up | |
Sometimes i wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up | |
I break it down, halves and o's | |
Smoking mold in a broke down sixty-four | |
And ain't no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me | |
The muthafuckin chronic addict s-p-i-c-e | |
Bill clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale | |
But i'm gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail | |
Chorus 4x | |
Smokin pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies | |
Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me | |
It the c-h-r-o-n-i-c | |
? with ? about a quarter to three | |
About to loc the fuck up cuz the fed hit the weed zone | |
And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown | |
I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail | |
Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail | |
Mr. endo smoked em all | |
Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl | |
Suckin in weed smoke with my nose | |
Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twenty-four | |
It's puff puff pass | |
Nigga quit fuckin the weed or i'ma bank on your bitch ass | |
Chorus 8x |
zuò cí : Green, Paris | |
Chorus: i' m high repeat 6x | |
Spice about to hit it and crawl | |
Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa | |
Purple haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up | |
With some niggaz who don' t want to put the gats up | |
I' m high til i kick the bucket | |
Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and i' ll | |
Smoke it with the dead niggas | |
Light it up like the fourth of july | |
Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high | |
I get tired and ? pussy | |
And niggaz know i got to smoke about half ounce, before i flow | |
It ain' t no ? in my zigzag, i roll my blunt | |
There ain' t no weed in the studio, we on a hunt | |
To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down | |
You can find a little chron' spot in every town | |
Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block | |
Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper | |
I' m addicted to the thc, gettin fucked up | |
Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up | |
Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner | |
Mobbin on the fine betty' s smokin out the beamer | |
Just call me dr. bomb from the bay | |
Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an a. k. | |
Kick back lay back and throw them feet up | |
Sometimes i wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up | |
I break it down, halves and o' s | |
Smoking mold in a broke down sixtyfour | |
And ain' t no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me | |
The muthafuckin chronic addict spice | |
Bill clinton hit the chronic and he didn' t inhale | |
But i' m gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail | |
Chorus 4x | |
Smokin pot before twelve, ain' t no secret to my homies | |
Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me | |
It the chronic | |
? with ? about a quarter to three | |
About to loc the fuck up cuz the fed hit the weed zone | |
And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown | |
I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail | |
Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail | |
Mr. endo smoked em all | |
Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl | |
Suckin in weed smoke with my nose | |
Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twentyfour | |
It' s puff puff pass | |
Nigga quit fuckin the weed or i' ma bank on your bitch ass | |
Chorus 8x |