So High

[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

[Verse 1: Lil Gin] Busta ass niggas talk shit; can't back it up I done ****ed around for a minute Hiding in the bushes on yo ass 'till you come out **** my Smith n Wesson back, to yo mother****in' mouth B***h I don't give a ****, see the police can't catch me Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that ****ing drill Dead in they mother****ing face, where it hurt the most Leavin' niggas shirts soaked, cause I'm full of that fire Indo Drive-by on a ten speed, yo mamma looking out the window Threw up a finger sign and told that b***h to kiss my ass Rat..rat tat tat..rat..tat tat.. We leavin', niggas on they mother****in' b-izzn-ack Claimin' you a killa, I can tell trick you on some shit I'm leavin' mountains on yo head When you think you can start to test Playa, Lil Gin, I never get no ****ing rest Stop slippin' with that anna on yo chest!

[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

[Verse 2: Carmike] Why oh why must I smoke? Lungs filling up to the capacity *FFF* choke! Ooh I got the flavor for a mother****in' blunt junt Mistah Carmike comin' at yo azz, so just pass The Buddah, straight contact, blow a shotgun to my nose Me and Skinny, Gin ridin' clean sweatin' them heavy hoe Aw rise up on the left hand side of Skinny Holds up a quarter pound, damn them fools got plenty! Of shit, green shit, my pretty boy smile don't joke Bet you didn't know this is pimp shit Triple 6 Mafia Gimisum Family b***h Junts we choke Indo bud in my ****ing brains From the dealers, time to crank up that Lexus thangg Skinny niggas on my right hand side (Ain't no bud mane, gimme that yac) Achoo! but not the flu, light green weed (papers) no sweets You know we ****ing blowww Blind from them smoked out windows

[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

[Verse 3: DJ Paul] Triple 6, Gimi Sum, Triple Six, yes, I bless you With a ****ing point blank in yo ****ing chest A ****ing proof vest, save it for yo friend to put over his head Cause Mr. P-izzn-aul shootin' straight for some dreads, I bled To be in the Triple 6, this shit so ****ing thick that I would die for it Some like the killer Lucifer standin' behind yo back With swords of war The Gimi Sum Family, the Triple 6 too, you see You be the enemy, you be's no ****ing friend of me

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca] I be like chiefin' high, **** a dime Quarter ounce on my waist line I'm rollin' up blunts so fat, trick Cheech he can't **** with this Take you a hit of that light green and shit As we blowin' the shit while inhalin' the smoke The Triple 6 Gimi Sum Family Click, we thick trick, can ya cope? No man I can't go so no don't flex against my death Tec With a boulvine mother****ing crazy check[?] It's the Koopsta Knicca clickin' with the bloody deck So I spliffs it, I'm guarded by the vapors that you chief it "Junts We Smoke Part II" who don't let this be a death wish

[Verse 5: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Fresh up out the paint shop Rollin' in my drop top Smoke scatterrred out Blow to the shit, I choke Let ya brain soak, off this r-izz-eefer This shit so fire my niggg! From the drive-by Indica

[Lil Buck] Lil Buck up in this b***h Swisher Sweets we chop and split!

[Kingpin Skinny Pimp] The Buddah got me so damn blinked, drink the Yac Strike the match, fire the sack Brains gone, flames blown straight to my dome Achoo! but not the flu, light green weed (papers) no sweets (Gimme gun my nig, knock me off my feet!) You do hear me though, I gave My mama a gun through her Nose, then it rushed her Skull, then it bust her Eardrum!, Uh! I'm higher than a mother****er! And I hate Bone- Thuggish Ruggish Bustaz! The thicker, the rougher the ruthlessness Hustler as I trip on this Sk-izzn-unk now I'm cr-izzn-unk With a b***h up in my tr-izzn-unk So boy, you keep on talkin' that shit I'mma cl-izz-ick kinda qu-izz-ick Dump one b***h and met some hoe Mane fire that shit up, shiiitt...

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