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lil gin - so high lyrics

[hook: kingpin skinny pimp samples] 4x
so high (the time is) so high, so high, so high
so high, h-a-y, slice the blunt, light green sh-t

[verse 1: lil gin]
busta -ss n-gg-s talk sh-t; can’t back it up
wound up gettin’ served by little gin, don’t give a f-ck
hiding in the bushes on yo -ss till you come out
c-ck my smith & wesson back to yo mothaf-ckin’ mouth
b-tch i don’t give a f-ck, see the police can’t catch me
n-gg-s on banana peels always gettin’ that bullet drill
dead in they motherf-cking face where it hurt the most
leavin’ n-gg-s shirts soaked cause i’m full of that fire indo
drive-by on a ten speed, yo mamma looking out the window
threw up a finger sign and told that b-tch to kiss my nuts
rat..rat tat tat..rat..tat tat
we leavin’ n-gg-s on they mothaf-ckin’ b-izzn-ack
claimin’ you a killa, i can tell trick you on some sh-t
i’m leavin’ mountains on yo head
when you think you can start to test
playa, lil gin, i never get no f-ckin’ rest
stop slippin’ with that anna on yo chest
[hook: kingpin skinny pimp samples] 2x
so high (the time is) so high, so high, so high
so high, h-a-y, slice the blunt, light green sh-t

[verse 2: carmike]
why oh why must i smoke? lungs filling up to the capacity
-fff- choke, uh i got the favor for a mothaf-ckin’ blunt junt
the carmike comin’ at yo azz so just p-ss
the buddah, straight contact, blow a shotgun to my nose
me and skinny, gin ridin’ clean sweatin’ them heavy hoe
aw rise up on the left hand side of skinny
holds up a quarter pound, d-mn them fools got plenty!
i choke green dope, my pretty boy smile don’t joke
bet you didn’t know this is pimp sh-t triple 6
mafia gimisum family b-tch junts we choke
indo bud in my f-cking brains
from the dealers, time to crank up that lexus thang
skinny n-gg-s on my right hand side
(ain’t no bud mane, gimme that yac)
smoked out windows – b-tches can’t see whos inside
you know we f-cking blow
blind from them smoked out windows

[hook: kingpin skinny pimp samples] 2x
so high (the time is) so high, so high, so high
so high, h-a-y, slice the blunt, light green sh-t

[verse 3: dj paul]
triple 6, gimi sum, triple sixness, i bless you
with a bullet point bl-izz-ank in yo f-ckin’ chest
a bullet proof vest save it for yo friend to put over his head
cause mr. p-izzn-aul shootin’ straight for some dreads
i bled to be in the triple 6 this sh-t is so f-ckin’ thick
that i would die for it
some like the killer lucifer standin’ behind yo back
with swords of war
the gimi sum family, the triple 6 too you see
you be the enemy, you be’s no f-ckin’ friend of me

[verse 4: koopsta knicca]
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime
quarter ounce on my waist line
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick
cheech he can’t f-ck with this
take you a hit of that light green and sh-t
as we blowin’ the dope while inhalin’ the smoke
the triple 6, gimi sum family click
we thick trick, can ya cope?
no man i can’t go so no don’t flex against my death tec
… motherf-ckin’ crazy check
it’s the koopsta knicca clickin’ with the bl–dy deck
so i spliffs it, i’m got it by the vapors that you chief it
“junts we smoke part ii” who don’t let this be a death wish

[verse 5: kingpin skinny pimp]
fresh up out the paint shop
rollin’ in my drop top
smoke scatterrred out
blow to the dope i choke
let ya brain soak off this greasy puff
this sh-t so fire my nig from the drive-by indica
(lil buck up in this b-tch
swisher sweets we chop and split)
the buddah got me so d-mn blinked, drink the yac
strike the match, fire the sack
brains gone, flames blown straight to my dome
-hachoo- but no the fruit light green
we pay no sweets (gimme gun my nig, knock me off my feet)
you do hear me though, i gave
my mamma a gun through her
nose, then it rushed her
skull, then it bust her
eardrum, i’m higher than a motherf-cker
and i hate bone, thuggish ruggish bustaz!
the thicker, the rougher the ruthlessness
hustler as i trip on this
sk-izz-unk now i’m cr-izz-unk
with a b-tch up in my tr-izzn-unk
so boy you keep on talkin’ that sh-t
i’mma cl-izz-ick kinda qu-izz-ick
dump one b-tch and met some hoe
mane fire that dope up, shiiit

[outro, till end]
(the time is) so high

- lil gin lyrics

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