Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High All The Time, artist - 50 Cent.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High All The Time |
I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris |
Tanqueray and Alize, I don’t need shit |
Nigga I’m high all the time, I smoke that good shit |
I stay high all the time, man I’m on some hood shitGive me some dro, |
purple haze, and some chocolate |
Give me a dutch and a lighter I’ll spark shit |
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit |
I’m high all the time, man I’m on some hood shit (Verse 1) |
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell’em HOLD up, |
You ain’t gettin money you ain’t smoking |
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo |
Hiiigh as a motherfucker |
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef |
Man you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hoodI shoot the dice, I holler get’em |
girls |
Daddy need new shoes |
Daddy need Perelli’s to look mean on 22s |
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone |
Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone |
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny |
The D’s sick, they searched the whip and they can’t find the semis |
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was |
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud (Chorus)(Verse 2) |
Now if you heard I done started some shit |
It ain’t because I be high (I be high, I be high) |
And if you heard I done let off a clip |
It ain’t because I be high (I be high, I be high) |
But I- twist that la, la, la, laI get high as I wanna nigga |
Go against me, fa sho, you’s a goner nigga |
I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef |
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish |
If you love me, tell me you love me, don’t stare at me man |
I’d hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans |
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga, you know how to holla G-Unit! |
There’s no competition, it’s just me, |
50 Cent, motherfucker, I’m hot on these streets |
If David could go against Goliath with a stone |
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne (Chorus)(Verse 3) |
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines |
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines |
You don’t want me to be your kid’s role model |
I’ll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows |
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot |
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot |
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace |
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog |
My team they depend on me when it’s crunch time |
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it’s lunchtime |
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully |
See if I won’t leave your brains leaking up out your skully |
I done made myself hot, so ain’t shit you can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money |
I ain’t hurting, I’m doing good |
I ain’t got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood (Chorus)G-Unit, |
are you ready |
G-Unit, are you ready |
G-Unit, are you ready |
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, com |