So High

f/ Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone

[Krayzie]

Roll another one

Roll another one

Roll another one

Pass the blunt

We be fiendin' for sticky weed, man...

Roll another one

Roll another one

Roll another one

Pass the blunt, nigga

(Hook)

I wanna get high, so high

[Brina]

Nigga, first thing in morning 'fore I even get up

I gots to start off my day to a fat-ass blunt

Step out the house on the get-high-creep

'Cause when I'm good and fucked-up

I'm a smash some peeps, and ain't nothin'

Like smokin' when you're a fool

Find the next, get a hot spot, jump in it 'til ya pull

Ridin' on the Clair, 'cause over there they can smoke it

And while I'm on the topic

Here's a shot to all that know me

(Hook)

[Krayzie]

Smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke up the whole thing, better believe it

That's how we get weeded, so nigga

Quit tryin' to budget your but

'Cause it's a whole lot of thugs and niggas gettin' high

So don't go smoke a blunt, and you got a ounce in the ride

Nigga, come off that reefer, 'cause I go broke everytime

Indo slow blowin' my mind

Still I proceed to hit that shit - it's wicked, sticky

Smoke one with your thugsta, thugsta

And show me you can smoke with the thugs

Because I'm gonna get you high

If you wanna get higher, come ride

I will fly you

[Jhaz]

? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?

Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky

Nothin' but the Moet in my cup, the sticky packed in the blunt

My cap is too thick, so I'm constantly blazin' another blunt up

We smokes all day, when the sticky runs out

Gotta roll to the hood for a stress sack

Gotta get that blaze on still, gotta keep them wig-splittin' back

Bump these hardest tracks, rappin' on the album of the century

They the thugs that got it before these trues make moves

And history, strictly on a mission to have a good time

Freestyles and rhymes, smoke dimes

Shots out to any true that gotta bag of this here, now

[Layzie]

Oh, how I love my green leaves, nigga

Givin' nothin' but respect, and I really ain't picky

I fuck with the stress, but I got four-fifty on the best weed

Tonight, we gettin' higher than high, let's all get lifted

P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, that indo needs to be seedless

So you know I'm fiendin', now am I wrong for smokin' this on 'til the dawn?

? in infamy done brought me back the bomb, and it's on

So what I'm a do is I'm a twist it up and hit the sticky for you

Smoke and choke with II Tru - they keepin' it platinum

Makin' it happen for the Land, smokin' and movin' as we speak

Tryin' to teach the world to be a thug in harmony

Nigga, we keepin' the bomb-ass weed

Blaze it up, nigga, what?

Mo Thugs is 'bout the music and bud, equal love

[Jhaz]

Can I blaze, man?

Pass me the Swisha, Optimo, Philly Blunt, or the House of Windsor

Twist ya head back, snap, crack, inhale the smoke

Then, pass it to the left, so the next man can toke

Loc, homie, I'm cool on that water

Just bring that sticky and this drink, do me fine, playa partner

Miss bitch the shit, 'cause you can't smoke for free

And naw, smokin' weed don't make a sister horny

Ignore the silly ones

Keep on thuggin' for life

Place the lighter to my blunt, 'cause it's time to get high

[Krayzie]

Call up my family, let 'em know the reason I blow

Celebration, we done slapped the platinum back at you hoes

So, you know it's on (it's on)

So, how my niggas had to show me, homie

I'm fucked-up 'til the morning sunlight

Lick and twist another Swisha soon as I get up

And then right after breakfast puff another

Fucked-up

Wonder if it's good for my health

'Cause ain't known a muthafucka that done O.D.'d on weed yet

So, bring your blunts and some Hen and some herb

My nigga, fuck what ya heard

My Mo Thug niggas splurge

[Brina]

Better learn to ? mo, much love

Got thousands from Cleveland to Cali

That's how we roll, follow 'em

Once humongous blow up even more, when we crash the show

We shuts 'em down underground, clown from town to town

Bring a box of fifty House of Windsors

We about to blaze this pound of the real sticky

Bum rush in my lungs with a cloud of smoke, puff 'em

'Bout ready to exhale before me mind blow

E-Z Wider, Swisha, or Philly, don't matter really

'Cause it smoke the same

You know the procedure: two hits, then pass to the left when we blazin'

All my trues who toke and roll in the Clair all day long

We some representers, bumpin' on these here thug songs

(Hook)