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Keith Murray
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High As Hell
Lyricist:Raymond Jackson, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon
Phase one
I grab the Henny an' twist the top Guzzle it, that's when the reaction starts I split the chalk with the Dutch Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked
Keith Murray's never smokin' on Babith Niggas give me dirt an' I throw it in the garbage Actual facts, writin' exact, sacks of African Black I smoke two back to back
I smoke so much, I choke out fire alarms With the towel under the door, feel the effect of the bar Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hellâ€
I inhale a gray smoke from the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then shh, blow it out yo' nose
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hell†I inhale a gray smoke of the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hell†I inhale a gray smoke of the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Me an' the Funk Doctor Spot, up top on the hop block Two big jig hot shots coppin' mots Seasons slice precise, ice an' tights Chicken heads that circle the block twice
If you chokin' then pass 'coz it's not a game Bitches hit my blunts an' never feel the same They start actin' strange an' kinda erotic I try to tell her, ‽You ain't nothin' 'bout no chronicâ€
Ahh, drats I think I'll take a long walk An' light a fat one up for the Sergeant General of New York Who determine gettin' lifted kill brain cells maybe If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin' crazy
So smell it from afar, comin' from the bar Or rushin' out when I open up the car door Whether home or party in a bag or a jar Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Put that lah in the air an' represent with a stand form
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hell†I inhale a gray smoke of the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hell†I inhale a gray smoke of the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I'm not sayin' I'ma a pothead, 'coz I'm not I'm just sayin' that I smoke a lot Catch me in V.I.P. smokin' with Dennis Scott Or after the show in the parkin' lot
I only buy weed from a selective few 'Coz niggas is wicked an' they will get you I ran outta blunts, got some paper from your mother She had extra weed, so we rolled another
No doubt, I hear you out Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out I'ma kite 'coz I missed the buddah spot before the flight An' damn we gon' be away for like 12 nights
So here I am in Amsterdam, gettin' high again You know what? Come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then shh, blow it out yo' nose
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hell†I inhale a gray smoke of the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself, ‽Yo, you high as hell†I inhale a gray smoke of the tram Get 3 Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
I put some Visine in my eyes so no one can tell I don't give a fuck so you can go to Hell We smokin' up, y'all, we smokin' up y'all We smokin' up, y'all, get lifted
Y'all know what time it is Yo, R, light that L
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