Sip-N-Get High

[Aqualeo #1] Give it up, you can't see what I see don't strain You're focusin too hard, they say only I can tame All I need is the fire sweet and sip purple lane And then meet that boy Fever Fever throw flames Considerin that my competition are all lames And this whole industry thang is just all games My scope stays focused even at a far range I see it all even if it's just a small change Fever reppin the star state always Home of the bald face and the Scarface Home of the well known "sippin the barre" craze And if you roam the streets you flippin on chrome blades I gotta rep for my city cause they act like the A Try hard scissors sit the big 'llacs on skates With the costumized plates and the music real slow Ain't no informants here, green is the only hater we roll [Hook] Sure as I live, I know I'mma die So I'mma sip every day and get high La-da-la-da-da-da-dah, la-da-la-da-da-da-dah So you better get yours, cause I'mma get mine I'mma get you for yours when I'm out gettin mine La-da-la-da-da-da-dah, la-da-la-da-da-da-dah [Paul Wall] Swishahouse, Paul Wall, Aqualeo I'm comin straight up out the city of grain grippers and drank sippers Candy paint drippin off the frame when we lane switchin We ease dressed, buyin doja and then that purple stuff Flippin the six-ten, Luke gone off that puff puff I'm from the home of the Screw tapes that chop-chop Rear ends that trunk pop and lil' mommas that tend to bop But I don't blame 'em if you broke, you lazy Cause one way or another I'mma get mine baby That boy Fever got Patron, M. Price just got the dro' Gon' pop the seal open in this po' fo' po' I'm sippin on that Texas tea, that oil, that drank Big bank take lil' bank in the home of the candy paint It's the Swishahouse, Paul Wall, Aqualeo Sittin sideways, still tippin on them 84's I'm in the slab slidin off like a hockey puck Trunk pop swingin with a full white cup [Hook] [Aqualeo #2] In this game of life, I roll a fat, gettin high as I pray Thankin the lord, I'm blessed to see this sky today Smoke blows in the wind, as I fill up blowin the breeze I'm blowin a twin excellin, feelin high off the trees The sun is shinin, and the girlies are lookin so good Flossin the chrome, you know a player stays grippin wood I love this season, cause I stay squeezin on Daisy Dukes And I'm smokin and drinkin so much that it makes me puke Me and people Las Vegas high boppin on Maze Listening to "Happy Feelings" while callin the days Anyways upgradin the stress to purple haze Speakin of purple stuff, my city's gone on the purple craze Now I'm feelin lovely, cause the women they love me Kiss me and hug me, while the haters grill me and mug me Plots to slug me, but the hatin and killin won't budge me Life of a thug B off 'Pac, "Only God Can Judge Me" [Hook] [Bridge: repeat 2X] If you wanna go where I gone Then you would have to be where I've been Have to see what I saw Have to feel what I felt within [Hook] - repeat 2X