| {*sampled woman singing «So High» in background
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| Throughout whole track*}
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| Yeah son, 36 dirty
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| (Smoked out. oh. smokin. smokin)
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| Oh, yeah man, It’s Not a Game son
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| Yo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it back
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| We gotta bring them ten of them, nahI’msayin?
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| And don’t forget that Remy with the. |
| (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean?
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| And that big booty bitches with it ripped off
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| With the jiggles on, knowI’msayin?
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| Yeah bring some big women and smoke it
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| Get high over here, knowI’msayin? |
| (Smokin)
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| Straight like that baby
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| Let them niggas know what’s up Ra
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| BZZZZ.
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| Killa Bee will sting, blitz from the sticky green
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| I had the chocolate thai mixed with the G-13
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| From the supercali-fragalistic twisted
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| Throat dry as brownies, I had to sip a Mystic
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| Called up Johnny Blaze cuz I know he like to smoke
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| He said for migraine headaches weed be the anti-dote
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| Brown bags got more seeds than a cantaloupe
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| Northern Lights have you runnin like wild antelopes
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| Seen through a microscope, crystallized T.H.C
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| I mix mine with the Digi soaked in minty leaf
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| And I puff. |
| puff and I smoke the smoke
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| .but I didn’t choke
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| Blaze up, and let’s smoke 'til we hazed up
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| What you drinkin? |
| Lemonade or Henny straight up?
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| Super-high motherfucker, nigga, Wake Up
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| And cop a bag of that good shit
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| Eh-yo, dip that shit, nigga, one pull and pass
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| Smoke 'til ya lungs collapse and hit ya ass
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| 'Dro, evergreen, ever seen seeds?
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| No, you never seen trees like these
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| Budded, with the crystal studded
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| I’m blunted with the pistol, shut it
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| Keep smokin. |
| super-high nigga
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| I’m whino real, fifty sack of that good shit
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| From the hood shit
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| Got the Remy on my side 'til death do us
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| Eyes low, breath smellin like hydro
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| I’m high yo, up in the Tahoe bumpin Faith
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| Keep gats like G’s son, just in case
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| Blackjack Las Vegas, we puff God shivegas
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| High outta my mind, forgot what today is
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| It’s Bo King blunted, chokin on the Arizona
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| Smoke scream effects, smell the green marijuana
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| So High girl, Ohwee (Uh, good shit, good shit)
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| So High, So High, uh
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| (We got yo nostrils flaired smokin on the chocolate)
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| Ah. |
| Killa Bee drama. |
| look at the chick yo she high.
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| Yeah. |
| I’m gettin all that baby
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| I’m only gon' get ya high one time
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| Seen? |
| Yeah, we gon' get you high over here
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| NahI’msayin? |
| Mix some of this Cognac
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| Mix it back baby, get some realy tonic here
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| Straight up G mackin up in here baby
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| Black dust on the road with this. |
| flow
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| Goin on and on, didn’t I try to tell ya?
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| Yeah, straight up Wu-Tang baby
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| Nigga, knowI’msayin? |
| Umm-hmm
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| This is what you need, I’m So High girl
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| I just wanna lay a little guerilla back on a sweetback baby
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| That’s what I’m tryin to tell ya, umm-hmm |