Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Must Be High, artist - MC Ren. Album song Ruthless For Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Villain Entertainment
Song language: English
Must Be High |
These niggas be acting like I fucked and didn’t call them for weeks |
Like they wanting a nigga dick in between they butt cheeks |
They staight bitchy, without their bleedin' and Kotexes |
The villain that go to Texas |
Nigga got a plan full of O’s and X’s |
What’s your game plan? |
Niggas be saying you sabotaging me |
But your bitch be sucking my dick, she be telling me that you dodging me |
Like Piazza, a nigga gots ta, keep my roster with bitches sliding home |
No licking your shit, your bitch is gone |
Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli, trying to bring drama |
Soon as these niggas whoop that ass, you talking Dear Mama |
But face to face, these niggas be cheesing like Velveeta |
Lookin smoked out, hitting more pipes than Peter |
Stuck with broke hoes, broke days and bay-bays |
Pussies that they be fucking, used up and sideways |
Stretck marks for days, she about two-hun |
Gotta get pissy drunk, to fuck her and have fun |
These niggas and hoes act the same, can’t tell thm apart |
Always runnin around, looking for some shit to start |
These bitches run they mouth nigga, constantly |
All in mine, nigga all the time |
It ain’t my faul that your punk ass broke |
Mad, cause you only got stress to smoke |
I heard that shit that you was plotting, nigga you can try |
To fuck with MC Ren, but you must be high |
Niggas be high because they workin 9 to 5 |
But the Villain be hibernatin' |
Wakin up at 5 PM |
You see them niggas be bitchy |
Because I won’t let them up on my team |
And give them a title like Hakeem, I’m peeling caps like tangerines |
Telling niggas I should break them off chips |
Get them in clubs free, and take them on trips |
Free loading ass niggas lose all they sense |
When they think they gone floss off my expense |
Niggas be going corner to corner, bringing up the Vill |
Asking questions like the popos, trying to see if I made a mill |
Then they take that weak shit back to they home for pillow talk |
She shaking her head like you telling the truth |
But she want your ass to walk |
What the fuck you expected? |
Always bitching at me |
When she fucking your ass, nigga she be seeing me |
Go look in the room, a costume for halloween |
Of that black nigga you know who so you can live your dream |
I hear your ho punk bitches talking shit, trying to have some say |
Tellin’fother hoes they wouldn’t give me no time of day |
Still living with they mommy, she babysitting while you fucking |
Getting county cheques and money from them niggas that you dick sucking |
But nigga, why these bitches all in mine? |
Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time? |
Hoes from high school be wishing they coulda got with this dick |
You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, muthafucking tricks |
Now these hoes jocking, like all up on my style |
You broke bitches, how you like me now? |
Acting like making cheese is a muthafucking crime |
If I said, «Drop your panties», bitch you drop them in a dime |