L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE

L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - I Get Higher lyrics

rate me

Hold on man

Anybody got some swisha sweets, some optimos, cigarellos?

(Man somebody got a lighter or somethin?)

Y'all niggaz talk too much

I get higher, higher, baby

Let that fire, burn through the night

It's that fire, fire, baby

I'm inspired by the weed in my life

They say a friend with weed is a friend indeed

Gimme that smoke, no sticks, no seeds

For the best, oh yes, I'll spend that cheese

While I'm blowin off in the breeze

With the top dropped and the glock cocked, lookin out for them crocked cops

And them niggaz that's tryin to plot, but this fire I got is hot

Hocus pocus, niggaz magic here, I'm like the ball that's crystal clear

I can see the future here, takin over is comin near

Makin me think about perseverin, in my heart it's near and dear

All about weed, nothin but weed, I can see it in my dreams

Clouds white as sheep, all fluffy and deep

And when I take it out the sack, I wanna roll it up

So we can get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh

Makin me feel like you wanna be

Get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh

Vote for weed, it'll set you free

Smoke is hot, they notice me, smell it on my clothes, wanna come close

I suppose, I thugs the most, like Toucan Sam I'm a "follow my nose"

Follow your nose, it always knows, the white is kush, the purple is 'dro

Chocolate is brown fo' sho', but what I name is gon' blow

Blowin, rollin indo we go

To the other side of the planet's axis, grindin fo' sho'

All in Amsterdam at the coffee shop, eatin chocolate, we spark the lot

All of you Americans shiesty man, we do our chiefin in the parkin lot

Thanks a lot, taste what I got, on the menu it was bounty

The po-po give us no love, except for Humboldt County

In Spokane I be the spokesman, I'm tellin you they my folks man

They get it wide open, them motherfuckers be smokin

In South Central it's dangerous, they lock you up with no quesiton

In Cleveland dawg it's the same way, these ghetto life confessions

We was blessed back in the hippy days, but we just can't let 'em slip away

So roll one for the flower child, they did they thang in the heyday

Back in the days it was okay, but now we gotta be cautious

You gotta have the cannibus card, if you really wanna be flawless

I mean lawless

I mean lay off your job (relax)

Relax on the aesthetics, smoke some weed!

I mean roll up a fat-ass blunt homeboy and just do what you do

Y'knowmsayin? (Blaze it up my niggaz)

Teflon, ay nigga, smoke some weed!

Criminal and Mr. Capone-E, smoke some weed!

Big Dank, nigga go ahead smoke some weed!

Lieutenant Jesse James, smoke some weed!

Mo Thug Family, smoke some weed!

Thin C, Dre Ghost (yeah) what? (Dirty Red)

Denzo (DJ Skail) smoke some weed! (DJ Ice)

Ken Dawg, nigga, smoke some weed!

Krayzie Bone go on ahead nigga, smoke the weed! (Stew Deez)

Wish Bone, go 'head, smoke the weed! (PD, Lil D)

Flesh, you in jail but nigga, smoke some weed! (Skano!)

Hey Bizzy Bone nigga, smoke some weed (smell me?)

Yeah (smell me now?)

Get that stress off your motherfuckin mind (smell me? Hey, hey)

It's a crazy mixed up world my nigga, smoke some weed!

Hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh

And get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh

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