Lyrics:
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
What I feel when I rock this-
beat fit beat fit beat fit play!
Feel effect by me?
See my colors free, losing your cool you had your days numbered too
I
What I feel when I rock this-
beat fit beat fit beat fit play!
Feel effect by me?
See my colors free, losing your cool you had your days numbered too
I see
And now I'm with my niggas,
It's everything that glitters, and they know
And all the smoke get high, high, high
Just another day, get by, get by, get by
the fam, stay lit, story of my life
I'm a big timer hitta see the way I ride by
Let's just have a good time, the best time
Try and keep our heads high
telling these lies
Still a young nigga tryna get stupid high
The cash come in and it's blowing right by
Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet
Had his baby
has spent most other
Nights this year the building is
Hidden in a residential neighborhood
Behind a high
Automatic gate the room reeks of
Berry-flavored
recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive
off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
for takin mad
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
how you made it
Just to keep it oblique
We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips
We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
Oh
how you made it
Just to keep it oblique
We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips
We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
Oh
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
I'm working a nine to five just to survive
Barely staying alive
Hard to stay focused
go by easy, when the bomb right
Chorus
[Verse 2 5 ft]
The weight of the world is on my shoulder
But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by the high priests
supervillains
And you know we getting Doc Oc and the Green Goblin
Mary Jane it's okay just grab the Mary Jane
and we go by swing high fly in the sky baby
Man I
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
That's why I laugh
It's adult to adult now, like if I sent that message to any other adult
Get me high
High
High
I won't let you stay
I won't let you stay
the G5 gotta hit the runway
Wake up by a bad bitch on a monday
I knew I was gonna get this shit one day
Senorita with the sexy back
Girl you know how I
starving, poor.
Each rock had only traces of what he searched 'em for.
Hunting for his holy grail of high grade ore.
The radar caught his vector, heading for
[Chorus]
All we do is get money and get real high
Push Benzes and 85 I's
New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide
New Millennium, we will
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