CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : If You Get High
Back with some sh*t for you foos that bang
And stepping my space and try to run up in my gang
A lot of thing change if you trip like
A whole new day and a couple full clips, right
Maybe bust a lips if only go fists
But if it gets worst, busters get hurt
By a gang of young foos that's running
Right towards your ass, all you hear is blasting and we keep coming
That's how it's done cause we
Going out insane like some little ass Gs
Mister boom-boom MC
So won't you pad spit to the back
Cause I'm ready to make your raise back, pow
Kill enough, my f**king mind, it's real
Cause I be putting it down while you foos be writing big wheels
Melody, infinity, I'm killing foos like John Kennedy
Just like that with that sh*t that's laid back
Slow Pain, I'm ready to motherf**king die
Foo this mission that you be onе n***a, so thumbs up homie
This n***a known can put you down
I puts it down like brandy, n***a
I felt for you causе you felt for me
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
We also the shotgun to the sky
I downs to die if that nut's down to die
So roll up with lenyo and let's all get high
Take yours, let's pump up, pull the trigger, good bye
So now it's time to roll, [?]
Rolling in my 9-4, slowly rolling with Slow
The Baby OG going off the twenty-four drag
A-K funky-seven, funky b*t*hes and all that
Like a motherf**king baller, street scholar
Go, hit it, let your b*t*h scream and hollar
While I line the budda and get's high
Pitbull got that shotgun to the sky
Mr. Pitbull loc, let me hit that bud n***a
Cause I feel like bricking n***as off some love
My n***a, Slow Pain, matter of fact
Better fact, I beat that n***a down, we be some down raf shaft
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
I said pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
The gangsters smoking weed in the backseat
With a Tec-9 and a freak on the gangbang sneak
Ten shot, tin the windows, foos I'm rolling undercover
They got burning CDs, burning rubber
Hitting dips, racing up the block
Get my hood looking for a punk sliding, slipping motherf**ker in the trunk
Got a beanie on my face to cover the crime up
Won't catch me slipping in a line up
Hanging and banging with them baby OGs
3-1-0, 8-1-8s and the 2-1-3s
Got my bag like a fat b*t*h's shadow
City pigs on my ass so I stay low-pro
The boys in my hood are always hard
Chill funk kind of fit and stolen credit cards
Anything for a f**king karma
If you got beaf with my clique, b*t*h run up
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
One time for your motherf**king mind
We in this b*t*h, my homie Lil Vee, my homie Pitbull, and my homie Slow Pain putting us all down on this
sh*t, you know what I'm saying
And I be No Good MC
Foo, You can't fade us
You think you could fade us, huh
You think your clique can fade us
Ya'll be some busters, you know what I'm saying
West coast little baby, all day long
And stepping my space and try to run up in my gang
A lot of thing change if you trip like
A whole new day and a couple full clips, right
Maybe bust a lips if only go fists
But if it gets worst, busters get hurt
By a gang of young foos that's running
Right towards your ass, all you hear is blasting and we keep coming
That's how it's done cause we
Going out insane like some little ass Gs
Mister boom-boom MC
So won't you pad spit to the back
Cause I'm ready to make your raise back, pow
Kill enough, my f**king mind, it's real
Cause I be putting it down while you foos be writing big wheels
Melody, infinity, I'm killing foos like John Kennedy
Just like that with that sh*t that's laid back
Slow Pain, I'm ready to motherf**king die
Foo this mission that you be onе n***a, so thumbs up homie
This n***a known can put you down
I puts it down like brandy, n***a
I felt for you causе you felt for me
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
We also the shotgun to the sky
I downs to die if that nut's down to die
So roll up with lenyo and let's all get high
Take yours, let's pump up, pull the trigger, good bye
So now it's time to roll, [?]
Rolling in my 9-4, slowly rolling with Slow
The Baby OG going off the twenty-four drag
A-K funky-seven, funky b*t*hes and all that
Like a motherf**king baller, street scholar
Go, hit it, let your b*t*h scream and hollar
While I line the budda and get's high
Pitbull got that shotgun to the sky
Mr. Pitbull loc, let me hit that bud n***a
Cause I feel like bricking n***as off some love
My n***a, Slow Pain, matter of fact
Better fact, I beat that n***a down, we be some down raf shaft
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
I said pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
The gangsters smoking weed in the backseat
With a Tec-9 and a freak on the gangbang sneak
Ten shot, tin the windows, foos I'm rolling undercover
They got burning CDs, burning rubber
Hitting dips, racing up the block
Get my hood looking for a punk sliding, slipping motherf**ker in the trunk
Got a beanie on my face to cover the crime up
Won't catch me slipping in a line up
Hanging and banging with them baby OGs
3-1-0, 8-1-8s and the 2-1-3s
Got my bag like a fat b*t*h's shadow
City pigs on my ass so I stay low-pro
The boys in my hood are always hard
Chill funk kind of fit and stolen credit cards
Anything for a f**king karma
If you got beaf with my clique, b*t*h run up
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you're down to die
Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
One time for your motherf**king mind
We in this b*t*h, my homie Lil Vee, my homie Pitbull, and my homie Slow Pain putting us all down on this
sh*t, you know what I'm saying
And I be No Good MC
Foo, You can't fade us
You think you could fade us, huh
You think your clique can fade us
Ya'll be some busters, you know what I'm saying
West coast little baby, all day long
