Crazy Glue (George Kush da Button Version)

[Intro: Cory Gunz] Uh, haha You heard the voice Sorta face made the choice You right about now, ladies and gentlemen You rocking with Cory Gunz and Smoke DZA George Kush da Button Yeah, Young Money, yeah, Cash Money Yeah, Mo-litia [Verse 1: Cory Gunz] Hold up, lil Dutty, whoa Nelly If it ain't exotic, then I'm not rollin it If it stink so good like the Indo should If it's in my pocket, I'll burn a hole in it Smoke clouds in the whip like pole in it So high it ain't mine, think I might've stolen it It'll be fine, nice time, nothin like a tight rhyme And a couple like crimes I like to go with it Pineapple, Blueberry, get a bowl of it Strawberry Kush, hey, get a load of it Get a Doobie, get a Dutch, get a Swisha, get a Philly Get a cup, nigga, any kind of way to roll with it Sour or the Dro with it Show spinnin, I'm losing focus, I'm soaking And I ain't neva jokin, okay, I'm playin, I'm jokin', I'm floatin' [Chorus] High (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) Crazy Glue, Like St. Elmo's Fire We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) Crazy Glue, Like St. Elmo's Fire [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] I be stuck, they don't get high as us I got that purple kush in my Dutch, I'm a Stoner, nigga what! I be pasted, Elmer's Crazy Glue, I'm crazy cool Smoke done got the munchies, now I'm headed up to Amy Roots "How high did you get? How much bud did you blow?" I answer calmly Like I'm studyin' terrorism, I fuck with that bomb weed My shit's approved, what is this, an interview? I make it short like an interlude Like we we we we we we get we get we get high [Chorus] High (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) Crazy Glue, Like St. Elmo's Fire We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) Crazy Glue, Like St. Elmo's Fire [Verse 3: Big Sant] I Got a QP of that flavor, slammin' doors and rockin' gators With a bad bitch that roll up all my blunts and do me favors Man, I quit smokin' with haters back in 2004 Don't wet my bud, don't blow my high, I'm lettin muthafuckas know That it's Big Sant, bitch, don't act like you ain't heard My cologne is a merge of the Kush and the curve Break it down, grind it, crush it, roll it if it's potent Takin' tokes, takin' notes, ho, a muthafuckin' smokin' We get high [Chorus] High (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) Crazy Glue, Like St. Elmo's Fire We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) We get high (we get high) and high (we get high) Crazy Glue, Like St. Elmo's Fire