High

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] How's everybody doin tonight? (Alright) Ha ha right? I like that... [squeaking speaker feedback] "Just play our tape, cause.. live for the whole block.. right now" "Cause we get all that.." [Freddie Gibbs:] Indo, kushed out Trillest nigga livin ever pushed out Never finished college like my brother or my sister I was in the crib layin on a kush cloud Getting zoned out, eyes red Momma and my daddy said my mind dead They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due Fuck you nigga, you gotta remind Fred Cause I'm car-free, sucker-free Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me But now I'm on the screen and these magazines They be tryin to stop a nigga like "Smoke somethin G" And "Can we get a couple grams?" Nigga hell naw Unless you come in with the cash, tryin to tell y'all I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all I gets high [Chorus: repeat 2X] I get high, I get high, I get high (I-I-I gets high) [Freddie Gibbs:] I get so, blowed I can't stand up I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda Cause in my shows I make them hoes put they hands up So they came into my room, they gettin rammed up We trying to slam or what? Because I'm tryin to smoke So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat And two of y'all, one of me, three of us, should I hit my niggas up? Hell naw, I'ma pound them both Cause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew Two snow bunnies on the East what it do? White snow in the crib if you need that too Got some bitches and some bud, nigga bring that through I gets high [Chorus] [Danny Brown:] Early in the mornin gettin high with crusty eyes Rubbin on her mother, well you know it's do or die Hoppin off the porch, had to get on my grind All because the trouble just copped to my nine Back in the Caddy smokin Swishers with my nigga Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor Burning down basements, face it Run a bus stop, I'm tradin hoes and you know we ain't payin Midwest, lovin all the dopin in the kitchen Heatin up the house where your shit could come up missin Dope fiend trippin cause he just copped a nick But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket All day long, gotta get my guap' Just put a deuce and I'm smokin on the tropic On another subject, lights is the topic Cause he talkin money so nigga just stop it All day long gettin high on the low Bitch snow bunny be sniffin that snow Twerkin that summer, I really don't know Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed [Chorus gets Screwed & Slowed] [Outro:] Hey, are you okay? You slobbin, you okay? Is he okay? Are you okay? [LOUD WAILING] He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real You aight? Oh my Gawwd [moaning] God bless, man