I'm so hi', all i smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking green Yeah, that got damn dope Verse 1: DJ Paul I fuss wit' the light green I fuss wit
I'm so high All I smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking green Yeah, that got damn dope I'm so high All I smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking
i'm so high Typed by: perfectyesterday@aol.com Hook: (crunchy black) Repeat 4x I'm so high, all i smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking green
: i'm so high Typed by: perfectyesterday@aol.com Hook: (crunchy black) Repeat 4x I'm so high, all i smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking
I'm so hi', all i smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking green Yeah, that got damn dope Verse 1: DJ Paul I fuss wit' the light green I fuss
is mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick
I'll make youre ass wish hicorky dickory dock ass i pull out my glock and i'm ready to pop on de bitch sissy muthafucka brinin da ruckus i'm
low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street Should I let a nigga live? Should I let a nigga die? I should watch a nigga cry
face so mother fucker yeah I'm smoking for free See we cant kick it 'less you niggas stick and roll in that dough So fuck you boy I'm real as truth and so I
dis lead is for a bloody brawl I'm tryna go for boss Prepare for Holocaust I got moss and when I toss it will get em off I'm dirty for the cause Bitch
a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of all of these
they ass in I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken
mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick
mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of
Assassione] Yo, yo, yo When I'm commissioned And Hi-Tec livin' Mafia style wit mob religion Exposed to my contender Through hollow tips like I'm Adolf