lirik lagu i get high (good times) – styles p
i get high, i get high
i get high, i get high
i get high, i get high
i get high on your memories
high on your memories
high on your memories
i get high, high, high, high (everyday)
i get high, high, high, high (everynight)
i get high, high, high, high (all the time)
highhhh (in background thoughout song)
[verse one- styles]
everyday i need an ounce and a half
s.p.: the only flow’er that you know with a bounce in a half
listen kid, i need a mountain of cash
so i could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
i get, high cuz i’m in the hood, the guns in around
it take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
and i’d rather roll somethin up
cuz if i’m sober dogg, i just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
i get high as a kite
i’m in the zone all alone, m-th-f-cka ‘case i’m dyin tonight
so i roll em up back to back, fat as i could
you got beef with styles p, i come to slide to the hood
[chorus]
i get high, high, high, high (everyday)
i get high, high, high, high (everynight)
i get high, high, high, high (all the time)
high, high, high, high (everyday)
i get high, high, high, high (everynight)
i get high, high, high, high (all the time)
i get high, high, high, high
highhhh
[verse two- styles]
ayo, i smoke like a chim-in-ney
matta fact i, smoke like a gun
when a killa see his enemy
i smoke like bob marley did
add to that, that i smoke like the hippies did back in the 70’s
spit with the finishing touch
get this, that i’ma finish you before i finish the dutch
i get high like the birds and the planes
i get high when, bullets h-t faces after words exchanged
i get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand
like the m-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
i get high cuz f-ck it, what’s better to do
and i’ma neva give a f-ck cuz i’m better than you
[chorus]
[verse three- styles]
i’ma smoke til my lungs collapse
i’m from a era where
n-gg-s cause terror over guns and crack
where a dolla bill is powerful
i smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and i know what a hour do
high for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin
wit my real gangsta n-gg-s that’ll die for a livin
sh-t i get as high as i could
cuz if you see things like i see things
cuz i’ma die in the hood
muthaf-cka understand its full service to you
i don’t smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue
and you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
this is s.p. dump it in, you b-tch i get high
[chorus til fade]
guillermo a. cordero v.
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