Lyrics:
yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Marijuana, high dro', pussy ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, high dro', pussy ho, ass, titties (uh)
Blow, weed, coke, pop X
Speedin' up the heartbeat bangin' in my chest
When you put it on me, you relieve my stress
You got me so high, takin'
got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
Tell em where im goin', im steppin' out
Singin' on the high
Blow, weed, coke, pop X
Speedin' up the heartbeat bangin' in my chest
When you put it on me, you relieve my stress
You got me so high, takin'
motherfuckin' money, and keep steppin' (come on, 'Dro)
So let me get my motherfuckin' crack, go get high and do my motherfuckin' thing
And I'm motherfuckin'
and light up that dro)
Too high, you can't set me down and I be
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin'
the spot in the night for all my n****s like why'all
My get high n****s, I blaze for n****s like why'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the f***in
the night for all my niggas like y'all
My get high niggas; I blaze for niggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro; now spray the fuckin' Lysol
You know
High as fuck when I'm lying low
I ain't tryna boast but that's how it go
Yeah
How it go
I been wasting time, money, and dro
Money and dro
Money and dro
been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this
But
it a climb sky high me pride It A climb
Bumboklaut dawg a just the Artist life yow a just the
Artist life
Artist liiife artist life artist liiife
a ryde or die bitch (me too)
(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my
a ryde or die bitch (me too)
(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full
shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack of some
(Bring that dro and plenty P)
Half
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack of some
(Bring that dro and plenty P)
Half
the dro
Money guns and Bitches
Pass the dro
Pass the dro
This is what I'm living for
Los angeleno smoke Skywalker
High like flying saucers
Fill up my
it's the chronic we twist up
See we could get high, I hope we get stuck
Now do you, you got that "Ooh, ooh"
Swisher Sweet make me wanna L-I-Q-U-R
No
it's the chronic we twist up
See we could get high, I hope we get stuck
Now do you, you got that "Ooh, ooh"
Swisher Sweet make me wanna L-I-Q-U-R
No
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