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B-REAL - Recipe For High Times lyrics

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The very first time I hit the wide I was young, cufh all alone,

High strong, back in eighty one

Go to school, hitting a Budda behind the petures

Caught in the class high so it will last for that teachers

Nigga back, nigga back, I’m done to that nigga

Selling joints took the hundred soket like anone sinkel

I just wanted to party what I want is that wide

But others was running out

I was still plan to sit, hold broke, back on

Boogie I’m still stole, got my wide plants

Call you on your telephone-phone

I remember when I can only get set on those cases

Now I’m socking out, gangy, such stunking the hate

Rol it back, plug, twist it got the end don’t run

I hate it whne they don’t take the sits up the plug

Am I your plug, roll this how I like, rock this on the field

Spinnin my wide plan, fuck it brokers with no skill

I should try to fuck, but how to roll in?

Go sit, rolling and then get higher

Doctor Green don’t miss the wide, I procide to give to earb man what he need

You might catch me in and then let ‚em looking like a boss

You have in...party in New York

Textes I’ll be scrued up, shut are not really pimping

But nothing like my home town and forever living

They come from

They come from

For the women be around, they come from

Got that women and stay here forever

Only sounds like they coming pretty

What,what more can I say

What,what more can I say

Welcome to LA, let’s take a trip down, memory remain

At the age of forteen when I was introduce to Mary Jane

A misterius kid, I thought I was though

On the street sound center acting buggin and roaf

I wil skip class alwayse hanging with my cousin

Shut, play in nighty seven taking sweets and coniac

But one day while we were gettting pack

He surprise me braking , now the fats stikky here

They roll it up, lead it up

Try no to chop but my number is over come and smoke

No joke it was such a funny feeling

I had to earn and eat and was that all for no reason

I play it off, fronting like I wasn’t face but every day I was fucking play

Confused and dased, higher the Jimmy snucker jumping off the cage

Come buy with Jerrold Migy when he play for the haze

You might catch me in and let here loking like a a boss

...party in New York

Textes I’ll be scrued up, shut are not really pimping

But nothing like my home town and forever living

They come from

They come from

For the women be around, they come from

Got that women and stay here forever

Only sounds like they coming pretty

What,what more can I say

What,what more can I say

Welcome to LA, let’s take a trip down, memory remain

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