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Lloyd Banks - I Get High lyrics
I know I ain't supposed to smoke in here but Mr. Bouncer man don't put your motherfuckin' hands on me Can I get high without you botherin' me? Everybody you see in here tonight doin' the same thing so why you keep playa hatin' on me Can I get high without you botherin' me? Hook la la la la. I be smokin' It hitten me right I'll be loakin' Them bullshit trees you be rollin' barely give you a buzz, me i get HIGH repeat Verse 1 I admit i got a problem, I keep comin' back for these Dodo bags there not your yak or your sack o' seeds I chill sit back on the sofa and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy load, you kids attract some G's. Cause I'm a smoker, too much o' this would choke ya' I don't mean to provoke ya, but i'm a bad influence The musician can't operate without his instruments My recent success gradually got your bitch convinced Haters mad they can't look inside cause i pitched the tints I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate Second-hand smoke will make a nigga wanna start shit. Sometimes I wonder where the niggas from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment. It's just one of the things I do in my spare time My bad habits ain't private so I'm gon share mine. Hookx2 See they put their hands out cause of the way shit been I say you niggers ain't smokin' if you don't chip in. Listen. I waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Although betrayal is not forgiven I do this for my niggas locked up that's comin home to lobster livin' Hopin' the cops forbiddin' I'm bout to buy momma her own mansion just so I could see her pop the ribbon. That Cali bud's special, so special i held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell me "Pass the weed, Nephew" Fuck rap I'm the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pope'll make you jump like criss cross. My nigga dead and it's hard to let go, so i'm blowin on that wet dough, same color as Gecko Follow hood codes and everybody in the Sentinal We gas 'em Fuck 'em and Pass 'em what you expect hoe? Hookx2 Snoop Dogg Said you want to blow with the best of them Yes yes i bested them blazed up the purple palm tree I told you don't mess with them I warned them new testament Do you wanna smoke with me? (do you wanna) Weed rollin', G-strollin', bad-mouthin', mofucker Law breakin' Pimp, slappin niggas for the fuck of it Hip-hop an zip lock an rip rockin gang banger Thought you was an actor, thought i was a singer Thought about ridin' but you say you wanna hang tough D-P-G-Unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff Now lay back on the loft This new weed that i got i call it face-off Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech, My niggas a beast, on me from the west to the east, preach Hookx2 Sha da da |
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