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lloyd banks – i get high ft. 50 cent, snoop dogg lyrics

i know i ain’t supposed to smoke in here
but mr. bouncer man don’t put your m-th-f-ckin hands on me
can i get high… [snoop and 50]
without you botherin me
everybody you see in here tonight is doin the same thing so why you keep playa hatin on me
can i get high… [snoop and 50]
without you botherin me

[50 cent] (sniff sniff) n-gg- you hit this sh-t?
[banks] yee

[chorus:50 cent & snoop dogg] x2

[snoop and 50] da la la la
[50]
i be smokin
it gettin me right, i be loc’in
them bullsh-t trees, you be rollin
barely give you a buzz, me i get high

[verse 1: lloyd banks]

i admit i got a problem i keep comin back for these
dodo bags and out cha yack or your sack of seeds
i chill sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
and roll one up loose enough to make backwards breathe
i blow a heavy load you get some subtract some g’s
cause imma smoka to much of this to choke ya
i don’t mean to provoke ya
but im a bad influence
a musician can’t operate without his instruments
my recent success gradually got your b-tch convinced
haters made cause they can’t look inside cause i pitched the tents
i enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
the second hand smoke will make a n-gg- wanna start sh-t
sometimes i think about when a n-gg-s from the start went
raise up a lighter and f-ck up the whole apartment
it’s just one of the things that i do in my spare time
my bad habits ain’t private son i share mine

[chorus: 50 cent]

[verse 2: lloyd banks]

uh
now they took thier hands out cause of the way sh-t been
so you n-gg-s ain’t smokin if you don’t chip in
listen, i’ve waited along for these rocks to glisten
from that one room pad without a pot to p-ss in
over betrayal is not forgiven
i do this for my n-gg-s locked up who’s comin home to lobster livin
helpin the cops forbided (snoop :da da da)
about to buy my mama her own mansion
just i could see her pop the ribbon
that cali bud special
so special i held the blunt so long
snoop had to tell me [snoop] “p-ss the weed nephew”
f-ck rap im the wrong one to get p-ssed off
cause the pump will make you jump like cris cross
my n-gg- dead and it’s hard to let go
so im blowin on that wet dro same color as gecko
ya follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
he gas em’ and f-ck em’and p-ss em’, whatcha’ expect hoe (hoe)

[chrous: 50 cent & snoop]

[verse 3: snoop dogg]

say im going to blow up the best of them
yes yes i invested them
blazed up the purple palm tree
i told them don’t mess with them
i hold them the best of me
do you wanna smoke with me?
weed rollin, g strollin, bad mouthin m-th-f-cka
law breakin. pimp slapin n-gg-s for the f-ck of it
hip hopin, zip lockin, rip rockin gang banger
thought you was an actor thought i was a singer
thought about ridin with me sayin you wanna hang tough
d p g-unit sounds like danger
you might wanna manage your anger
hang with us and stope smokin on that same stuff (cough)
now lay back on the law
this snoop weed that i got i call it face off
cause it will blow ya face off and that’s a figure of speech
my n-gg-s a beast on me from the west to the east…preach

[chrous: 50 cent & snoop]

[snoop dogg] za da da…

- lloyd banks lyrics

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