High Rollers lyrics

High Rollers lyrics

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Send "High Rollers" Ringtone to your Cell (feat. B-Real, Method Man) [B-Real] Loaded, dazed, confused.. I`m in the Esco` rollin the crisp weed You know that I`m never ever blazin the Bush weed You know you`re on cloud nine fuckin with me duke Be sure that I`m the crisp man waitin to see Proof Some say I`m high on life and I don`t need your herbs I`m gettin high every time that you speak your words Well I`m glad that means more for me son I hit the bong so hard they call me green lungs They say that I`m the buddah master, "Rock Superstar" You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar Now I`m blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam? You see, everywhere I go it`s like Amsterdam We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strain It`s the O.G. bush just clouded your brain See I`m ready for fo`-twenty mo` honeys get dough for me All of them Mary, it`s scary, they get you most stony [Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, Proof] [BR] Hittin the blunts and bongs [MM] Puffin those trees and leaves [Pr] Comin with E and Vic`s [BR] You know it`s on tonight, roll it and pass the light [BR] Sittin up top of the world [MM] Gettin on top of your girl [BR] Crack on those poles and pipes [Pr] You know it`s on tonight [BR] Roll it and pass the light [Proof] You know your man`s royal can be Ishmael {?} Wasn`t even finished my drink and thinkin `bout refills They got the dro, I`m fin` to roll off these E pills And I`m the (Proof), got on my (Method) so (Be-Real) A retired weed head that need bread for trickin Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin Engulfed in liquids, Xena`s and perkasets I jam like I don`t know how to work the tec Nine times outta ten I`m high off the Henn` Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge Biscuits is poppin, ain`t no stoppin like Hendrix and Joplin `til I find out where Biggie and `Pac went Profit of coppin, most often is gobbled Stackin my chips high `til they auction a Pablo Pills to swallow, momma don`t cry I send you drugs Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat? [Chorus] [Method Man] I semi-automatically spit flows at trash Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half If I speak a little fast you get whiplash Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let`s get smashed My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags And while y`all get gassed, I`m proceedin to get high Got weed like Mary J. is (All I`m Needin) to get by Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo` bitch thigh How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes That`s kinda farfetched like me passin a piss test Okay, let`s (Be-Real), here`s the (Proof), we need cash flow Might catch me in the movies lightin up in the back row For sho`, Killa Bee back, black we don`t need that It`s fo`-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo` weed at? In fact.. [Chorus] Send " High Rollers" Ringtone to your Cell High Rollers lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | High Rollers lyrics @ ELyrics | High Rollers lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | High Rollers lyrics @ Songlyrics | High Rollers lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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