| Switchin' lanes back and forth, puffin' strains of Indo We ridin' high
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| Foot on the gas, car full of weed smoke Ridin' high
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| Laid back, smooth, let it put you in the mood We ridin' high
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| We’re the Kings of the Chronic and this is how we do
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| When I bounce out, I got a pocket full of weed
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| Pants always sagged, Double Dash burnin' trees
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| Seat cocked back, got my shit bumpin
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| Stop at the liquor store to get a little somethin'
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| Pick a 12 pack up, a couple of blunts
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| Go back to the crib, now it’s time to get drunk
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| Call my girl up, cause I need a lil' love
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| Roll another blunt, let the smoke float above
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| J Rich:
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| On a Sunday afternoon, just washin' my car
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| Gettin' it ready for the night and the boulevard
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| Polishin' all the chrome and shinin' up the tires
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| Smokin' joint after joint, I couldn’t get no higher
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| Keep a mini-bong chillin' in my cup holder
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| Plus a bag in my lap full of nothin' but the doja
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| Cruisin' out the neighborhood on a slow stoncreek ??
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| I’m just out ridin' high, simply doin' my thing
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| Hittin' the weed and become just like me
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| Kush smokin' rebel full of THC
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| One hit, two hit, three hit, four
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| Then five more hits from my eight foot Roor
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| Then roll that shit up and hit it, pass it around
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| Don’t hog it up or we take it away and put you down
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| You wanna medicate, meditate
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| Been known for hittin' the bong
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| Blunts, and the vaporate
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| We ridin' high with an endless supply
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| Because we ridin high and put the red in your eyes
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| We sack it up in three months, packin' the free lunch
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| After the 420, we stackin' the damn money
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| And so it goes if you’re holidn' the dro
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| Break it out, blaze it up, then you hittin' & hold
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| With the KMK or the Cypress blend
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| You better twist those ends and go tell your friends
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| Daddy X:
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| We rollin' out like Willy and the Chocolate Bunch
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| With the tailpipe blowin' nothin' but the Skunk
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| Easy ridin, we some high ombres
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| Westside to the head, smokin hay all day
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| See the police, they ain’t phasin' me
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| I’ve had a lot of cops sit down & blaze with me
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| Throw their guns and their badge on the table
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| And break out a pound of the confiscated label |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridin' High , by - Kottonmouth Kings. Song from the album Cloud Nine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп