buddha monk - zu keep gettin' me high lyrics
[chorus x2: buddha monk (lifestylez)]
zu keep gettin’ me high (spark a spliff) high (crack a fifth)
high (gotta keep on making it hot, gotta keep on making it hot)
[lee-major:]
there’s nothing like this, you hide in the mist
so i can flow, hold up, forty style throw up
now you see the gun in the pants, f-ck that
whoa, got you all lost in the flow
your hands in the air, like somebody screaming ‘goal’
let’s go… let’s go…
[lifestylez:]
drink treats and smoke bottles of gin
don’t you know that being sober in medina be a sin?
yo, f-ck that, can’t be that, like my high explode
watch the god ‘busta rhyme’ and transform and ‘flipmode’
get my limp biscuit right, sniff an asian cess
bust a load and lay back, and puff hawaiian meth
my n-gg-, who look-out flow, i mean did you send
take your bird off your triple beam, and lift your scale
i’m high now, ch-nky eyed now, bedstuy now
shut down your spots when i come to your town
got to stay high, til the day that i die
better ante up quick, my n-gg-, i got five
[lil’ vicious:]
i got five to, and i’m high to
getting weed from brook-lan to now rule
what my gods do, rock a spot out, this a drought
no more weed when i come out, time to dumb out
shorty said she wanna get ecst’ up
i ran the car, buck, getting s-xed up
yeah, dog, i stay with a fifth of henny
drunk off remy or tah, weed getting me high
p-ss by, nothing but smoke, out the window
n-gg-s like d-mn, that’s don, n-gg- with that indo
[chorus x2]
[babyface fensta:]
yo, i smoke so much, i’m in a drug program
i cop grams, sell it to fiends
told my counselor, when i graduate and celebrate
i’m a blow an ounce of ‘dro, yo
roll that joint, lick that spliff, drink that guinness
replenish your stash, if it’s low
i gets so high, i feel i can fly
some of my n-gg-s get f-cked up off dust or angels
chicks take ecstasy and f-ck your whole family
ride the train, she go, nope, you on the wrong route, whoadie
yo, i drive drunk and don’t crash
mix my weed with hash, some of my n-gg-s
sniff c-ke and smoke boolies
f-ck me style, i’m a moet drinker
alize and henny, thug p-ssion
get so high, i p-ss out, yo
i got a hangover, let’s do it again
[chorus x4]
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