High Times

[Intro] Now who want what we got (sample from Finsta Bundy - Feel the High Pt II) [Buckshot] All you Toucan Sams follow your noses Fuck around let's smoke some shit and die chokin' Eyes still wide open So I gotta close'em a little (what's that?) Smoke on the doja a little Hit Cali where that bomb bright green is lurkin' But not so much and my head start hurtin' (damn!) Pencil in my lead stop workin' Never thought I'd get this high But I'm not certain So I roll another spliff And I... hit licks... now I'm... Nice & Smooth like Greg and I... [Sean Price] Ayyo this weed is bullshit Feel like I'm decked in the grill I shoulda chewed a Ecstasy pill with Stephanie Mills White broads, mushrooms out in Beverly Hills High post' gettin' hеad in the 'Ville Yo, I'm on some iron Mikе Tyson Zoloft Bustin' her toes off Cop three plus some trees How much do those cost Cop a brick of some shit That'll blow your fuckin' nose off Sean Price a drug showoff, yo [Chorus: Top Dog] I'm feelin' high, so high If you feel it then you're ready for the motion (sample from Finsta Bundy - Feel the High Pt II) I'm feelin' high, so high If you feel it then you're ready for the motion I'm gettin' high, so high If you feel it then you're ready for the motion I'm feelin' high, so high If you feel it then you're ready for the motion [Buckshot] I just left dread on the corner Tell her meet me, have it, you know You know I gotta have it to blow Fuck it Stay on the low but stay high too Niggas talk shit but they high too Slide with who Fool, it's just me and my trees This Panamanian Gold blows with ease Deez muthafuckas don't think I smoke a lot of chocolat, please In the parking lot Stash from Dee Smokin' like the whip on fire See I'm comin' in a sweep I put the clips on tires Then it's back to smokin' Let's get it crackin' again Words hit the paper But this pen stabbin' ya men For tryina lace my weed Taste my weed You gotta be fam If not, taste them feez [Chorus: Top Dog] [Starang Wondah] I was smokin' a Bob Marley (word up) That's where I met Molly, B-X Soon as I seen her I was thinkin' S-E-X She peeped us when we hopped out of the GS (word up) Smoke was everywhere, she high off of E-X (aha) Tellin' Drew don't drink and drive I said "What is this?" (come on) Pass the Hennessey and mind ya business Roll up a fat one and pass it around We all high, we all drunk Know how you get down (word up, ma) And don't worry 'bout me lil' ma, I do this And what about Drew, he got dough, he Jewish [Buckshot] I met a chickencluck, a hood slut She cocoa-nuts (what up) All she wanted was coke 'n nuts I'm like ma, all you need is a toke of da ookie, (hey hey hey) Huh, I ain't even fuckin' with you weed groupies I smoke green like I seen Snoopy (what up, loc?) And Doc Dre My neighborhood weed gate be a block away Tyson bricks chop away Can't get knocked by the coppers Or you get locked away For more than two days (aha) Roll lye 42 ways (aha) Bitches like shorty, you craze' It's all grave' It's only the bud I crave And I don't mean Bud Light I mean that bud like Haze [Outro: Top Dog] Hey Rasta man, hey what you say Give me some of that sensei Hey Rasta man, hey what you say Give me some of that sensei Hey B.D. man, hey Mr Starang Give me some of that sensei Hey Rasta man, hey what you say Give me some of that sensei (Yo Sean P, don't lace my weed, son, for real) I toke No joke You choke I smoke