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Good Times (i Get High)
Style P

Date Added: 2004-12-21 08:44:36

I get high, (i get high)
i get high, (i get high)
i get high, (i get high)
i get high, (i get high)
i get high on your memory
high on your memory
high on your memory
i get high, high, high, high (everyday)
i get high, high, high, high (every night)
i get high, high, high, high (all the time)
Everyday i need an ounce and a half
s-p, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half.
listen kid, i need a mountain of cats
so i can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the ave
i get high cause i'm in the hood, the guns is around
and take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now
and i'd rather roll something up
cause if i'm sober dawg, i just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
i get high as a kite, i'm in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case i'm dyin tonight
so i roll em up, back to back, fat as i could
you got beef with south p, i come strapped with the hood.
Chorus
Ay yo, i smoke like a chiminey
matter fact i - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
i smoke like bob marley did
after that, then i smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
spit with the finishing touch, get this that
ima finish you before i finish the dutch
i get high like the birds and the planes
i get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange
i get a rush off the blood on the walls
you understand, like the s-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
i get high cause fuck it, what's better to do
and ima never give a fuck, cause i'm better you
Chorus
Ima smoke till my lungs collapse
i'm from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack
where the dollar bill is powerful
i smoke weed cause time seem precious and i know what an hour do
i get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin
with my bill gates the niggas that'll die for a livin
shit i get as high as i could
cause if you see things, like i see things, ima die in the hood
motha fucka understand its full service for you
i don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
and you can name any rapper, if you want it die
this is s-p dumpin and bitch i get high


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