| Hold on man
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| Anybody got some swisha sweets, some optimos, cigarellos?
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| (Man somebody got a lighter or somethin?)
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| Y’all niggas talk too much
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| I get higher, higher, baby
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| Let that fire, burn through the night
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| It’s that fire, fire, baby
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| I’m inspired by the weed in my life
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| They say a friend with weed is a friend indeed
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| Gimme that smoke, no sticks, no seeds
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| For the best, oh yes, I’ll spend that cheese
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| While I’m blowin off in the breeze
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| With the top dropped and the Glock cocked, lookin out for them crocked cops
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| And them niggas that’s tryin to plot, but this fire I got is hot
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| Hocus pocus, niggas magic here, I’m like the ball that’s crystal clear
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| I can see the future here, takin over is comin near
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| Makin me think about perseverin, in my heart it’s near and dear
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| All about weed, nothin but weed, I can see it in my dreams
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| Clouds white as sheep, all fluffy and deep
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| And when I take it out the sack, I wanna roll it up
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| So we can get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh
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| Makin me feel like you wanna be
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| Get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh
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| Vote for weed, it’ll set you free
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| Smoke is hot, they notice me, smell it on my clothes, wanna come close
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| I suppose, I thugs the most, like Toucan Sam I’mma «follow my nose»
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| Follow your nose, it always knows, the white is kush, the purple is 'dro
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| Chocolate is brown fo' sho', but what I name is gon' blow
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| Blowin, rollin indo we go
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| To the other side of the planet’s axis, grindin fo' sho'
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| All in Amsterdam at the coffee shop, eatin chocolate, we spark the lot
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| All of you Americans shiesty man, we do our chiefin in the parkin lot
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| Thanks a lot, taste what I got, on the menu it was bounty
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| The po-po give us no love, except for Humboldt County
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| In Spokane I be the spokesman, I’m tellin you they my folks man
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| They get it wide open, them motherfuckers be smokin
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| In South Central it’s dangerous, they lock you up with no quesiton
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| In Cleveland dawg it’s the same way, these ghetto life confessions
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| We was blessed back in the hippy days, but we just can’t let 'em slip away
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| So roll one for the flower child, they did they thang in the heyday
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| Back in the days it was okay, but now we gotta be cautious
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| You gotta have the cannibus card, if you really wanna be flawless
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| I mean lawless
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| I mean lay off your job (relax)
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| Relax on the aesthetics, smoke some weed!
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| I mean roll up a fat-ass blunt homeboy and just do what you do
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| Y’knowmsayin? |
| (Blaze it up my niggas)
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| Teflon, ay nigga, smoke some weed!
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| Criminal and Mr. Capone-E, smoke some weed!
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| Big Dank, nigga go ahead smoke some weed!
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| Lieutenant Jesse James, smoke some weed!
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| Mo Thug Family, smoke some weed!
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| Thin C, Dre Ghost (yeah) what? |
| (Dirty Red)
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| Denzo (DJ Skail) smoke some weed! |
| (DJ Ice)
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| Ken Dawg, nigga, smoke some weed!
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| Krayzie Bone go on ahead nigga, smoke the weed! |
| (Stew Deez)
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| Wish Bone, go 'head, smoke the weed! |
| (PD, Lil D)
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| Flesh, you in jail but nigga, smoke some weed! |
| (Skano!)
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| Hey Bizzy Bone nigga, smoke some weed (smell me?)
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| Yeah (smell me now?)
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| Get that stress off your motherfuckin mind (smell me? Hey, hey)
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| It’s a crazy mixed up world my nigga, smoke some weed!
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| Hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh
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| And get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Get Higher , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album The New Revolution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп