High Tunes

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Up getting high round 7 am And my girl start bitching about my friends Because last night, niggas was going the fuck in I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10 Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago Now i’m smoking out the crib, picking out clothes What i’m most comfortable in My khaki cargos, monte carlo When I think of somewhere to go I scan barcodes trying to see what its hitting for Slamming my car door too hard you can’t ride with me no more I don’t need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes Word to the homie Wacko, ain't fucking with me natural Factual, studies show your bitches go, hannibal Trying to eat a nigga alive, that’s what this rap shit do Them police is after you, niggas getting mad at you Jet life from this high can’t see shit unless that matter to you You trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to I tried to be the man I did more then I plan to do I did my thing I snatched it before they could hand it to Earthquake motor the road i’m doing damage to The paint'll murder, the doors is suicide fool You may die no lie, and this is very true I’m online like a dot com Constructing these bars like i’m building a prison Locked in though I gotta be out of my mind Im parked, im sparked, im chillin u can burn with me But them niggas gotta stay outside [Hook] Diamond in the back, sunroof Counting up a stack in the drive thru Bass slapping, what the g’s ride to Wonder what this is, it’s high tunes Diamond in the back, sunroof High fool! Countin up a stack...when I ride through Got a fifty sack in my shoe