Come On, Let's Get High
Wake up cuz!
Wake up cuz!
The homies tellin you to go somewhere...(fa sho)
Goddamn beer
After 1 can't stop
After 2 do the walk
Come on let's get high
(hahaha)
Quarters, pounds, eighths and hash
Trays? lids? give me a damn nickel bag
Yo I smoke so much im like redmans dad
Take a hit from this white can, heres the method man
Hold holds up on the top and then crush
Sprinkle the dope but dont burn too much
And if you need to be discreet while you walkin down to avenue
Peep your homie double k here's what the brother do
I roll up (yeah), and dont give a sh! t
Blow it in the old ladys wig (goddamn) pass it to the kids
Cause Ive been doin that marijuana before I go to church
Walk in smellin like Otto's jacket
In the morning before I piss the brotha got to have it
This is serious business started off as a habit
I smoke the blunt from germany to france yall
And I almost died tryin to smoke some hash at the great wall
Taking out the life insurance or the herb insurance
Sh! t, i wrote this on a zig zag
Nigga where the bridge at
Come on let's get high
Acid raindrops to acid rainbows
The cereal, bowl smokin with the bros
Double k knows, he stay pumpin like volcanoes
Pumpin like a penguin even when hes in england
Thumb green while the chaps smoke the hard with the filter
The cannabis card threw the party off kilter
With his big blunt, man, this shits like big puns finger
He sweats hash oil, yo the weed smell lingers
The dj, the rapper, pothead who's paid (smoke alot)
Lungs probably look like bob marleys ashtray
One time when we were touriing deep in tibet
We smoked man out his face I'll never forget
He had this sweat on his brow he said "man, what do we do?
This weed is too strong for all of katmandhu"
I said double kay, he's my man, if he can't smoke then no one can
He said double k, well if hes your man, if he can't smoke it then no one can
And they got high
Come on lets get high
Im like mixing with them victory signs when i score
"hey bro, wanna smoke a bowl?"
Nah dude, i need more
I ain't just blowing that weed smoke sometime little hippie
Im the nigga that be needing that weed, you feel me?
Dont be confused when im rolliin in your venue
Sound man one ten i got smoke on my menu
Gettin higher than a mother looking at the girls toes
Leanin slight to the right smokin the j though my nose
I smacked the weed right out of harold and kumars hands
Relight that sh! t, passed it off to my man
I heard a rumor that the boy jamie fox smoked
The way I toke ain't no joke, I make ray go broke (yeah!)
And all you rappers that claim you get high, you niggas lie
Niggas
Lil niggas
Its not for kids
Matter of fact yo this an anonouncment everybody stop smoking
Yo snoop (yeah), you dont smoke like me
Rick ross (yeah) you dont smoke like me
Be real (reeal) you dont smoke like me
Dipset niggas?, they dont smoke like me
The boy b legit (yeah), you dont smoke like me
Trey antasio (hahaha), you don't smoke like me
Fab five freddy (FRESH) you dont smoke like me
One time I met ice t he wouldn't smoke with me (word!)
"hell naw I dont smoke that weed
Get that sh! t outta here
Well i mean its everything, thas a part of everything elese
It really blows my mind
Trips me out
Hey groovy!
Hey man its not money
What is it gold?
No man, this is where its at
Ice bags
Ice bags
Im enjoyin it, im learning alot of things I never knew before!
Do you wanna get high?
Hey, what kind of sh! t is this?!
It's the best, man!
I got it from a negro
You're probably so high already you dont even know it
Wake up cuz!
The homies tellin you to go somewhere...(fa sho)
Goddamn beer
After 1 can't stop
After 2 do the walk
Come on let's get high
(hahaha)
Quarters, pounds, eighths and hash
Trays? lids? give me a damn nickel bag
Yo I smoke so much im like redmans dad
Take a hit from this white can, heres the method man
Hold holds up on the top and then crush
Sprinkle the dope but dont burn too much
And if you need to be discreet while you walkin down to avenue
Peep your homie double k here's what the brother do
I roll up (yeah), and dont give a sh! t
Blow it in the old ladys wig (goddamn) pass it to the kids
Cause Ive been doin that marijuana before I go to church
Walk in smellin like Otto's jacket
In the morning before I piss the brotha got to have it
This is serious business started off as a habit
I smoke the blunt from germany to france yall
And I almost died tryin to smoke some hash at the great wall
Taking out the life insurance or the herb insurance
Sh! t, i wrote this on a zig zag
Nigga where the bridge at
Come on let's get high
Acid raindrops to acid rainbows
The cereal, bowl smokin with the bros
Double k knows, he stay pumpin like volcanoes
Pumpin like a penguin even when hes in england
Thumb green while the chaps smoke the hard with the filter
The cannabis card threw the party off kilter
With his big blunt, man, this shits like big puns finger
He sweats hash oil, yo the weed smell lingers
The dj, the rapper, pothead who's paid (smoke alot)
Lungs probably look like bob marleys ashtray
One time when we were touriing deep in tibet
We smoked man out his face I'll never forget
He had this sweat on his brow he said "man, what do we do?
This weed is too strong for all of katmandhu"
I said double kay, he's my man, if he can't smoke then no one can
He said double k, well if hes your man, if he can't smoke it then no one can
And they got high
Come on lets get high
Im like mixing with them victory signs when i score
"hey bro, wanna smoke a bowl?"
Nah dude, i need more
I ain't just blowing that weed smoke sometime little hippie
Im the nigga that be needing that weed, you feel me?
Dont be confused when im rolliin in your venue
Sound man one ten i got smoke on my menu
Gettin higher than a mother looking at the girls toes
Leanin slight to the right smokin the j though my nose
I smacked the weed right out of harold and kumars hands
Relight that sh! t, passed it off to my man
I heard a rumor that the boy jamie fox smoked
The way I toke ain't no joke, I make ray go broke (yeah!)
And all you rappers that claim you get high, you niggas lie
Niggas
Lil niggas
Its not for kids
Matter of fact yo this an anonouncment everybody stop smoking
Yo snoop (yeah), you dont smoke like me
Rick ross (yeah) you dont smoke like me
Be real (reeal) you dont smoke like me
Dipset niggas?, they dont smoke like me
The boy b legit (yeah), you dont smoke like me
Trey antasio (hahaha), you don't smoke like me
Fab five freddy (FRESH) you dont smoke like me
One time I met ice t he wouldn't smoke with me (word!)
"hell naw I dont smoke that weed
Get that sh! t outta here
Well i mean its everything, thas a part of everything elese
It really blows my mind
Trips me out
Hey groovy!
Hey man its not money
What is it gold?
No man, this is where its at
Ice bags
Ice bags
Im enjoyin it, im learning alot of things I never knew before!
Do you wanna get high?
Hey, what kind of sh! t is this?!
It's the best, man!
I got it from a negro
You're probably so high already you dont even know it
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Writer(s): Michael Turner, Christopher Cesar Portugal
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