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Nature - The Ultimate High lyrics
[nature] Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze Never understood why they never liked me Cuz when I locked the door, they turned into to icees Starin at my feet all you see is nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at least a days warning Previous plans, they spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance >from st. johns to wake forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it first Nate flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while niggas like yall stay scoreless [chorus] All my niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) Niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) [nas] Whats me without the hood? A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no blood A fuck but dont nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasnt in between the sheets Im a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Heres nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name >from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef No peace, through the song, what I see you see [nature] Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me Niggas wanna roll wit me Usually in my hood, find me in yo city Grimy-ette so pretty, its like theres two mes Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me Thinkin of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a head of myself Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I must be outta my mind Chorus [nature] Its like hoppin in a glass pool, half full Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast food Bon appetit, platinum or not, it aint no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their years up It aint a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off Mini-mes are gettin punched in they jaw My dunn call this shit animal rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted niggas saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, niggas dont know, they never will And if they dont understand, then they aint fam, simple as that Chorus 2x |
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