Instrumenty
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Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Keith Murray. High as Hell.

Phase one

I grab the Henny an' twist the top
Guzzle it, that's when the reaction starts
I split the chalk with the Dutch
Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked

Keith Murray's never smokin' on Babith
Niggas give me dirt an' I throw it in the garbage
Actual facts, writin' exact, sacks of African Black
I smoke two back to back

I smoke so much, I choke out fire alarms
With the towel under the door, feel the effect of the bar
Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?

I inhale a gray smoke from the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then shh, blow it out yo' nose

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?
I inhale a gray smoke of the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?
I inhale a gray smoke of the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

Me an' the Funk Doctor Spot, up top on the hop block
Two big jig hot shots coppin' mots
Seasons slice precise, ice an' tights
Chicken heads that circle the block twice

If you chokin' then pass 'coz it's not a game
Bitches hit my blunts an' never feel the same
They start actin' strange an' kinda erotic
I try to tell her, ?You ain't nothin' 'bout no chronic?

Ahh, drats I think I'll take a long walk
An' light a fat one up for the Sergeant General of New York
Who determine gettin' lifted kill brain cells maybe
If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin' crazy

So smell it from afar, comin' from the bar
Or rushin' out when I open up the car door
Whether home or party in a bag or a jar
Put that lah in the air an' represent with a stand form

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?
I inhale a gray smoke of the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?
I inhale a gray smoke of the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I'm not sayin' I'ma a pothead, 'coz I'm not
I'm just sayin' that I smoke a lot
Catch me in V.I.P. smokin' with Dennis Scott
Or after the show in the parkin' lot

I only buy weed from a selective few
'Coz niggas is wicked an' they will get you
I ran outta blunts, got some paper from your mother
She had extra weed, so we rolled another

No doubt, I hear you out
Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out
I'ma kite 'coz I missed the buddah spot before the flight
An' damn we gon' be away for like 12 nights

So here I am in Amsterdam, gettin' high again
You know what? Come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken
Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then shh, blow it out yo' nose

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?
I inhale a gray smoke of the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ?Yo, you high as hell?
I inhale a gray smoke of the tram
Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM

I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
I don't give a fuck so you can go to Hell
We smokin' up, y'all, we smokin' up y'all
We smokin' up, y'all, get lifted

Y'all know what time it is
Yo, R, light that L