Paul Wall

Paul Wall - Sip-N-Get High lyrics

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Give it up u cant see what I see don’t strang

U focasin’ to hard they say only i contain

All I need is da fire sweet and sip purple lane

And den meet dat boy and fever fever throw flames

Considerin dat ma compation of all lanes

In dis whole industrie thang is just all games

ma scoop stays focused even at a far range

i see it all even if it a small change

fever rappin this start stay it always

home of tha ball fase and da scare face

home of tha well known sippin tha barre kaze

and if u rommin tha streets u flippin on crome blaze

i gotta rap for ma city cuz they act like tha A-trial

Harsh instead of big lacs on skates

With them costumized plates and the music real slow

Ain’t no fallers here agreein’ the only haters we role

Sure as I live, I know Imma die

So Imma sip every day N get high

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine

Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

- Swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo –

I’m coming straight out of the city of grain grippers and drank sippers

Candy paint drippin’ of the frame when we lane switchin’

We eased dressed buyin’ dozen in that purple stuff

Grippin’ that 16 Luke gone of that puff puff

I’m from the home of the screw tapes that chop-chop

Rear end and trunk poppin’ lil’ mammies that tell ur pop

But I don’t blame ‘em, if you broke you lazy

Coz one way or another I’m gon get my baby

That boy fever got patrone and price just got the dro’

Gon pop the seal open in this power of foe

I’m sippin’ on that texas teeth, that ??, that drank

We bank take lill’ bank in the home of the candy paint

It’s the swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo

Sittin’ sideways still tippin’ on them 84’s

I’m in the slab slidin’ off like a hockey puck

Trunk pop swingin’ with a full white cup

Sure as I live, I know Imma die

So Imma sip every day N get high

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine

Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

In this game of life I’m rolin’ bad gettin’ high as I pray

Thanking the lord I’m blessed to see this sky today

Smoke blows in the wind as I feather flowin’ the brease

I’m blowin’ a twin, sellin’, feelin’ as high as the trees

The sun is shining, and the girls are looking so good

Flossin’ the chrome, you know a player stays grippin’ wood

I love this season, coz Imma stay squeezin’ on daisy dukes

Sellin’, smokin’ and drinking so much that it makes me puke

Me and people Las Vegas high poppin’ on maze

Listin’ to heftin’ feelings walk hard on these days

Anyway, upgrading the stress, the purple haze

Speakin’ of purple stuff, my city’s gone on that purple praise

Now I’m feelin’ lovely, coz the women they love me

Kiss me and hug me while a haters grill bein’ mugmy

Plots they slug me but the hate and feelin’ won’t bug me

Life and thug me up, only god can judge me

Sure as I live, I know Imma die

So Imma sip every day N get high

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine

Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

If you wanna go where I gone

Then you will have to be where I’ve been

Have to see what I saw

Have to feel what I felt within

Sure as I live, I know Imma die

So Imma sip every day N get high

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine

Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

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