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