High All Da Time
(Chorus) I don't need Don Perignon I don’t need Cris Tangaray and Alize I don’t need shit Nigga I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time and I’m on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter I’ll squash it I stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit I’m high all the time and I’m on some hood shit (Verse 1) Everytime I roll up, niggas I holla roll up Then I tell ‘em hold up You aint needing money u aint smoking in my benzo 20 inch Lorenzo, smoking on indo High as a motherfucker, I be on the backstreets Niggas know I clap heat Homie if u got beef, man u betta holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Everytime I pop up a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice and holla “get ‘em girls” Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s Stash spots, X-Box, Lab top fax machine phone Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D said they searched the weapon they can’t find the semis They was just harassing me cuz they knew who I was Spent the night in central booking for smoking some buds (Chorus) (Verse 2) Now if u heard now I’da started some shit It aint because I be high, I be high, I be high And if u heard I’d done let off a clip It aint because I be high, I be high But I twist that, la la la la I get high as I wanna nigga, go against me for sure yousa gonner nigga I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef Fit to crush my enemies like I crush the ass cheeks If you love me tell me u love me, don’t stab me man I hate to be in the pens for clappin one of my fans Now let me show u how to greet me when u meet me When you see me, if you real my nigga You know how to holla “G-UNIT” There’s no competition, there’s just me 50 cent muthafucka I’m hot on these streets If David could go against goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now who u know besides me who write lines and squeeze 9s And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines You don’t want me to be your kid’s role model I teach ‘em how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows Have shorty freshin for stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, duce duce in his boot Sit in the crib, sipping Guinness Watching menace then o lord Have a young nigga buckin shit like he old dawg My team they depend on me when its crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunch time You feeling brave nigga go ahead, get gully See if I'ma leave your brains leaking up out your skully I’d done made myself hot so aint shit u can tell me Now niggas calling me the feature man, fuck your money I aint hurting I’m aight, nigga I’m doing good I aint got to write rhymes I got bricks in the hood (Chorus)