50 Cent - High all the time

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High all the time 50 Cent

[Chorus] I donīt need Dom Perignon, I donīt need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I donīt need shit Nigga Iīm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man Iīm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter Iīll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit Iīm high all the time, man Iīm on some hood shit [Verse 1] Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tellīem HOLD up, You ainīt gettin money you ainīt smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo Hiiigh 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 Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holler getīem girls Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Perelliīs to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and Iīm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The Dīs sick, they searched the whip and they canīt find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now if you heard I done started some shit It ainīt because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ainīt because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I- twist that la, la, la, la I get high as I wanna nigga Go against me, fa sho, youīs a goner nigga I donīt 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, donīt stare at me man Iīd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans 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!" Thereīs no competition, itīs just me, 50 Cent, motherfucker, Iīm hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines You donīt want me to be your kidīs role model Iīll 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, sippin Guinness, watching Menace Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they depend on me when itīs crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like itīs lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I wonīt leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ainīt shit you can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money I ainīt hurting, Iīm doing good I ainīt got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood [Chorus] G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come Visitas: 270

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