| Give it up u cant see what I see don’t strang
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| U focasin’to hard they say only i contain
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| All I need is da fire sweet and sip purple lane
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| And den meet dat boy and fever fever throw flames
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| Considerin dat ma compation of all lanes
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| In dis whole industrie thang is just all games
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| ma scoop stays focused even at a far range
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| i see it all even if it a small change
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| fever rappin this start stay it always
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| home of tha ball fase and da scare face
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| home of tha well known sippin tha barre kaze
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| and if u rommin tha streets u flippin on crome blaze
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| i gotta rap for ma city cuz they act like tha A-trial
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| Harsh instead of big lacs on skates
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| With them costumized plates and the music real slow
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| Ain’t no fallers here agreein’the only haters we role
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| Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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| So Imma sip every day N get high
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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| Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’mine
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| — Swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo?
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| I’m coming straight out of the city of grain grippers and drank sippers
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| Candy paint drippin’of the frame when we lane switchin'
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| We eased dressed buyin’dozen in that purple stuff
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| Grippin’that 16 Luke gone of that puff puff
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| I’m from the home of the screw tapes that chop-chop
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| Rear end and trunk poppin’lil’mammies that tell ur pop
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| But I don’t blame? |
| em, if you broke you lazy
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| Coz one way or another I’m gon get my baby
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| That boy fever got patrone and price just got the dro'
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| Gon pop the seal open in this power of foe
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| I’m sippin’on that texas teeth, that ??, that drank
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| We bank take lill’bank in the home of the candy paint
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| It’s the swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo
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| Sittin’sideways still tippin’on them 84's
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| I’m in the slab slidin’off like a hockey puck
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| Trunk pop swingin’with a full white cup
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| Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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| So Imma sip every day N get high
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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| Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’mine
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| In this game of life I’m rolin’bad gettin’high as I pray
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| Thanking the lord I’m blessed to see this sky today
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| Smoke blows in the wind as I feather flowin’the brease
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| I’m blowin’a twin, sellin', feelin’as high as the trees
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| The sun is shining, and the girls are looking so good
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| Flossin’the chrome, you know a player stays grippin’wood
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| I love this season, coz Imma stay squeezin’on daisy dukes
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| Sellin', smokin’and drinking so much that it makes me puke
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| Me and people Las Vegas high poppin’on maze
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| Listin’to heftin’feelings walk hard on these days
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| Anyway, upgrading the stress, the purple haze
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| Speakin’of purple stuff, my city’s gone on that purple praise
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| Now I’m feelin’lovely, coz the women they love me Kiss me and hug me while a haters grill bein’mugmy
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| Plots they slug me but the hate and feelin’won’t bug me Life and thug me up, only god can judge me Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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| So Imma sip every day N get high
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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| Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’mine
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| If you wanna go where I gone
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| Then you will have to be where I’ve been
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| Have to see what I saw
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| Have to feel what I felt within
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| Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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| So Imma sip every day N get high
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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| Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’mine
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sip-N-Get High , by - Paul Wall. Song from the album The People's Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп