I'm High 歌词
| 歌曲 | I'm High |
| 歌手 | Spice 1 |
| 专辑 | The Black Bossalini (aka Dr. Bomb from Da Bay) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Paris | |
| Chorus：i'm high (repeat 6x) | |
| S-p-i-c-e about to hit it and crawl | |
| Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa | |
| Purple haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up | |
| With some niggaz who don't want to put the gats up | |
| I'm high til i kick the bucket | |
| Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and i'll | |
| Smoke it with the dead niggas | |
| Light it up like the fourth of july | |
| Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high | |
| I get tired and ? pussy | |
| And niggaz know i got to smoke about half ounce, before i flow | |
| It ain't no ? in my zig-zag, i roll my blunt | |
| There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt | |
| To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down | |
| You can find a little chron' spot in every town | |
| Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block | |
| Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper | |
| I'm addicted to the thc, gettin fucked up | |
| Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up | |
| Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner | |
| Mobbin on the fine betty's smokin out the beamer | |
| Just call me dr. bomb from the bay | |
| Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an a.k. | |
| Kick back lay back and throw them feet up | |
| Sometimes i wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up | |
| I break it down, halves and o's | |
| Smoking mold in a broke down sixty-four | |
| And ain't no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me | |
| The muthafuckin chronic addict s-p-i-c-e | |
| Bill clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale | |
| But i'm gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Smokin pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies | |
| Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me | |
| It the c-h-r-o-n-i-c | |
| ? with ? about a quarter to three | |
| About to loc the fuck up cuz the fed hit the weed zone | |
| And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown | |
| I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail | |
| Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail | |
| Mr. endo smoked em all | |
| Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl | |
| Suckin in weed smoke with my nose | |
| Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twenty-four | |
| It's puff puff pass | |
| Nigga quit fuckin the weed or i'ma bank on your bitch ass | |
| Chorus 8x |
| zuo ci : Green, Paris | |
| Chorus: i' m high repeat 6x | |
| Spice about to hit it and crawl | |
| Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa | |
| Purple haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up | |
| With some niggaz who don' t want to put the gats up | |
| I' m high til i kick the bucket | |
| Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and i' ll | |
| Smoke it with the dead niggas | |
| Light it up like the fourth of july | |
| Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high | |
| I get tired and ? pussy | |
| And niggaz know i got to smoke about half ounce, before i flow | |
| It ain' t no ? in my zigzag, i roll my blunt | |
| There ain' t no weed in the studio, we on a hunt | |
| To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down | |
| You can find a little chron' spot in every town | |
| Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block | |
| Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper | |
| I' m addicted to the thc, gettin fucked up | |
| Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up | |
| Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner | |
| Mobbin on the fine betty' s smokin out the beamer | |
| Just call me dr. bomb from the bay | |
| Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an a. k. | |
| Kick back lay back and throw them feet up | |
| Sometimes i wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up | |
| I break it down, halves and o' s | |
| Smoking mold in a broke down sixtyfour | |
| And ain' t no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me | |
| The muthafuckin chronic addict spice | |
| Bill clinton hit the chronic and he didn' t inhale | |
| But i' m gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Smokin pot before twelve, ain' t no secret to my homies | |
| Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me | |
| It the chronic | |
| ? with ? about a quarter to three | |
| About to loc the fuck up cuz the fed hit the weed zone | |
| And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown | |
| I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail | |
| Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail | |
| Mr. endo smoked em all | |
| Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl | |
| Suckin in weed smoke with my nose | |
| Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twentyfour | |
| It' s puff puff pass | |
| Nigga quit fuckin the weed or i' ma bank on your bitch ass | |
| Chorus 8x |
| zuò cí : Green, Paris | |
| Chorus: i' m high repeat 6x | |
| Spice about to hit it and crawl | |
| Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa | |
| Purple haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up | |
| With some niggaz who don' t want to put the gats up | |
| I' m high til i kick the bucket | |
| Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and i' ll | |
| Smoke it with the dead niggas | |
| Light it up like the fourth of july | |
| Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high | |
| I get tired and ? pussy | |
| And niggaz know i got to smoke about half ounce, before i flow | |
| It ain' t no ? in my zigzag, i roll my blunt | |
| There ain' t no weed in the studio, we on a hunt | |
| To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down | |
| You can find a little chron' spot in every town | |
| Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block | |
| Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper | |
| I' m addicted to the thc, gettin fucked up | |
| Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up | |
| Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner | |
| Mobbin on the fine betty' s smokin out the beamer | |
| Just call me dr. bomb from the bay | |
| Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an a. k. | |
| Kick back lay back and throw them feet up | |
| Sometimes i wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up | |
| I break it down, halves and o' s | |
| Smoking mold in a broke down sixtyfour | |
| And ain' t no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me | |
| The muthafuckin chronic addict spice | |
| Bill clinton hit the chronic and he didn' t inhale | |
| But i' m gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Smokin pot before twelve, ain' t no secret to my homies | |
| Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me | |
| It the chronic | |
| ? with ? about a quarter to three | |
| About to loc the fuck up cuz the fed hit the weed zone | |
| And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown | |
| I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail | |
| Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail | |
| Mr. endo smoked em all | |
| Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl | |
| Suckin in weed smoke with my nose | |
| Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twentyfour | |
| It' s puff puff pass | |
| Nigga quit fuckin the weed or i' ma bank on your bitch ass | |
| Chorus 8x |
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