High All The Time

歌詞

Hey, you wanna hit this shit? It's that green tongue, Cali bud I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Every time I roll up, niggas holla, "Roll up!" Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money You ain't smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em girls, Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high I be high, I be high And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high I be high, I be high But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye I get high as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Now let me show you how to greet me When you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition, it's just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Now, who you know besides me Who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines? You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck them . 380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time Man, I'm on some hood shit G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come