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[Redman] |
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Killa House |
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Brick City |
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Style P. |
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When Funk Doc start takin' the drag |
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It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad |
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broken glass |
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I'm swinging harder then cash is swung |
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The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump |
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Neva! dropin' the blunt |
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2 for fine rollin' |
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89 in the bricks is 15 and growin' |
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killa House fan, you know what it mean |
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It mean your sifa ain't fuckin' wit the lord of the ring |
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Diggy! I pack your pipe wit nothin' but bomb |
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It roll on, like the Power Stripe under your arm |
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Oh Lord, involge |
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Massive indo, I'm breakin' the dress code |
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I ain't rockin' kinda-gos |
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I just came to get high with Styles |
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Like my, block D with wider vowels |
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I'm talking about A, E, I, O, U, my skills already have niggas 'prest |
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Fuck an interview |
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[HOOK] |
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"I get high - high - high - high" (Every day) |
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"I get high - high - high - high" (Every night) |
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"I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" (All the time) |
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"HIGH on your memory..." (Every day) |
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"I get high - high - high - high" (Every night) |
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"I get high - high - high - high" (All the time) |
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"I get high - high - high - high" (*laughing*) |
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"High-ighhhhhhh..." |
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[Styles] |
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I'ma blow it if it's sticky kid (what up!) |
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I smoke manage jars full a green like Biggy did |
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My pens my sagare |
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my bars be serious |
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You can't fuck wit me dawg, point blank period |
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I get high and holusenate |
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A pound cast 6 in New York |
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But its half in Miami |
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Nigga move your wait |
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My dimes be 1 point O's, 20's be 2 point 2's |
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Bring a snack and some fruit punch too |
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And you know I [*inhaling smoke*] the purple stuff |
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I'm so high I can piss on a cloud |
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And make a bird look up |
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Smokin' haze in the Hummer wile the bird look up |
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Gettin' high wit the hammer so the bird shook up |
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I get high like Doc and Meth |
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And "Let the Monkeys Out" |
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So I can "Bring the Pain" wile I pop ya chest |
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It's D block when the basters repin' (D block) |
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All I need is a lighter and some haze with a master collection |
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What |
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[HOOK] |
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[Method Man] |
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Okay |
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Who ya know smoke more Earth then Tical |
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Hit up a weed spot |
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then off to the D block to smoke it wit Styles |
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I Fight my way up out the D-Tox |
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Who smoke a slip |
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But he dont need block (?) and cumulus clouds |
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Pull up your Rebox |
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This kid is goin' - mad, rapper like D-Doc |
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I got trees, but I'm tryin' to smoke a little he got |
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If not these niggas then who (Son tell me who) |
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Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do |
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I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by |
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Stay red eye |
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No need to get fly |
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I get rush (RUSH) when I'm rollin' 'em up |
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The other day I saw sonz in the theater |
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Kids was throwin' 'em up |
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I get high, high, high |
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Every day I get high |
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Yeah I get high, high, high |
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And every night I get high |
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Yeah I get high, high, high |
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Mr. Meth I get high |
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Yeah (Yeah) yeah I get high, high, high |
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With Styles P. I get High-ighhhhhhh |
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[HOOK] |
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[Styles] |
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I am the Ghost |
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Flow with me |
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(*laughs*) |
