Lloyd Banks - I Get High Lyrics

Writer(s) : LLOYD, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / COTTRELL, TONY L. / BROADUS, CORDOZAR CALVIN
Artist: Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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I know I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer man don't put your **********in' hands on me
Can I get high without you botherin' me?
Everybody you see in here tonight
Doin' the same thing so why you keep playa hatin' on me
Can I get high without you botherin' me?

[Chorus: x2]
La la la la. I be smokin'
It hitten me right I'll be loakin'
Them bullshit trees you be rollin'
Barely give you a buzz, me I get high

I admit I got a problem, I keep comin' back for these
Dodo bags there not your yak or your sack o' seeds
I chill sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load, you kids attract some G's.
Cause I'm a smoker, too much o' this would choke ya'
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
The musician can't operate without his instruments
My recent success gradually got your ***** convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
Second-hand smoke will make a ***** wanna start ****.
Sometimes I wonder where the *****s from the start went
Raise up a lighter and **** up the whole apartment.
It's just one of the things I do in my spare time
My bad habits ain't private so I'm gon' share mine.

[Chorus: x2]

See they put their hands out cause of the way **** been
I say you ******s ain't smokin' if you don't chip in.
Listen. I waited long for these rocks to glisten
From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Although betrayal is not forgiven
I do this for my *****s locked up that's comin' home to lobster livin'
Hopin' the cops forbiddin'
I'm bout to buy momma her own mansion
Just so I could see her pop the ribbon.
That Cali bud's special, so special I held the blunt so long
Snoop had to tell me "Pass the weed, Nephew"
**** rap I'm the wrong one to get pissed off
Cause the pope'll make you jump like criss cross.
My ***** dead and it's hard to let go,
So I'm blowin' on that wet dough, same color as Gecko
Follow hood codes and everybody in the Sentinel
We gas 'em **** 'em and Pass 'em what you expect hoe?

[Chorus: x2]

Said you want to blow with the best of them
Yes yes I bested them
Blazed up the purple palm tree
I told you don't mess with them
I warned them new testament
Do you wanna smoke with me? (do you wanna)

Weed rollin', G-strollin', bad-mouthin', mo****er
Law breakin' Pimp, slappin *****s for the **** of it
Hip-hop an zip lock an rip rockin' gang banger
Thought you was an actor, thought I was a singer
Thought about ridin' but you say you wanna hang tough
D-P-G-Unit sounds like danger
You might wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff
Now lay back on the loft
This new weed that I got I call it face-off
Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech,
My *****s a beast, on me from the west to the east, preach

[Chorus: x2]

Sha da da


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