| At the club we makin' hoes scream while them niggas shout
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| First we get hyped up mane, then we turn that bitch out
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| I stay high like an eagle
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| And I stay fucked up with my people
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| And if you get wrong, you know I’ma reach ya
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| And I see you (?)
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| Sometimes I just wonder, why come I commit all these murders when full of the
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| ganja?
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| I smoke up the sack and I load up the full metal jacket like I’m in a trauma
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| Drama, the drama begins to blow up, I’m corrupt off the onion
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| Indo blunts light buds, when I light up the fuse I light niggas in dungeons
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| That I place with the nina, the nina, I roll up a blizzunt as big as my finger
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| Watch as I choke off this spliff and rip up niggas like wars in Korea
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| Chief on the reefer that come from a hundred acres down in Panama
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| When the smoke fills my jaws I wanna kill bitches with chainsaws
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| Doc, I close the doors, the windows and get lost in the fog
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| The smoke is so thick in my room I can’t even see the fucking walls
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| Chase it down with a 64 ounce of beer everyday as a sequel
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| Then I want to go and murder some bitches with a 50 caliber Desert Eagle
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| Deeper, steeper, damn I’m full of reefer
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| Peep the creeper, I don’t like you neither
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| Nigga know you got that shit, fool, where the shit at?
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| Scarecrow, I get so crazy off da budsack
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| High, so high I’m gone (gone)
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| Fucked up nigga, I’m gone (gone)
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| Think I need ano-no-nother fuckin' zone
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| Roll up nigga, gon' smoke so much it’s gone
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| Everybody like to get high — we Cheech N Chong
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| With my people 'bout to go creep
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| Ol' big cadillac, got some rims on that deep hoe
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| (?) shit, I got (?) shit
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| I’m so high, I taught I saw a (?)
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| (?) for them P’s, they chiefin' marijuana
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| My nose be clogged up with that smoke, I love that greeny ganja
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| (?) haze and then I chase it with my pure
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| Now my nigga that’s V.I.P, don’t smoke no babbage about that here
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| I’m rollin', I’m gettin' my team, that money (?) inside of me
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| I’m high as hell and I’m groovin', gangsta movin' (?) start to bleed
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| Party up in my body, La Chat mane I gotta stay high
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| Smokin' rollin' dope and I ain’t gon stop till the day I die
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| F-I-E weed in my face keepin' me alive like hospital I. V
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| I’m smokin' by the bell, don’t try me, I’m the truth
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| You a L-I-E and I’m higher than a eagle’s ass
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| Pistol cocked when (?) my girl
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| My girl with her chiefin' ass, cheatin' ass
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| Alligator grin in my (?)
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| Happen to be the weed man gettin' off his pillow
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| Playin' dirty like the drums with J Dilla
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| KKK (?) don’t make me spray nigga
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| In the nineties is when I started blow, man
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| I couldn’t figure out where my money go, man
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| To the dope man, slash blow man
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| Got me paranoid, peekin' out my window, man
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| I couldn’t see it cause the Koopsta Knicca stayed fresh
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| Wrecked seven cars, no (?)
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| Laid back, caught a flash back
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| R.I.P Lord Infamous — say it
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| Sittin' back gettin' my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
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| Grindin' weed and sniffin' snow, hittin' that dab in slow-mo
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| Funky Town is in my brain, got that Tanq, Tanq in me
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| Y’all niggas really don’t get high, y’all just do the shit for TV
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| So when I smoke up some more
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| I’m so damned, (?)
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| All my life been getting high
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| I could have cried when they asked me why
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| See when it snows, snows, snows
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| It suddenly change, change, change
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| It suddenly change, it suddenly change
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| It suddenly change, change, change |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Like an Eagle , by - Lord Infamous. Song from the album Watch What U Wish..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп