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Spice 1 lyrics I'm High lyrics Chorus: I'm high (repeat 6X) S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and crawl Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa Purple Haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up With some niggaz who don't want to put the gats up I'm high til I kick the bucket Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and I'll smoke it with the dead niggas Light it up like the Fourth of July Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high I get tired and ? pussy And niggaz know I got to smoke about half ounce, before I flow It ain't no ? in my zig-zag, I roll my blunt There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down You can find a little chron' spot in every town Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper I'm addicted to the THC, gettin fucked up Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner Mobbin on the fine Betty's smokin out the Beamer Just call me Dr. Bomb from the Bay Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an A.K. Kick back lay back and throw them feet up Sometimes I wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up I break it down, halves and O's Smoking mold in a broke down sixty-four And ain't no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me The muthafuckin chronic addict S-P-I-C-E Bill Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale But I'm gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail Chorus 4X Smokin pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me It’s the C-H-R-O-N-I-C ? with ? about a quarter to three About to loc the fuck up cuz the Fed hit the weed zone And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. Endo smoked em all Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl Suckin in weed smoke with my nose Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twenty-four It's puff puff pass Nigga quit fuckin the weed or I'ma bank on your bitch ass Chorus 8X Other Spice 1 lyrics: In My Neighborhood lyrics Money Gone lyrics Peace to My Nine lyrics Young Nigga lyrics Welcome to the Ghetto lyrics City Streets lyrics 1-900-Spice lyrics Dumpin' Em In Ditches lyrics 187 He Wrote lyrics Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) lyrics 380 On That Ass lyrics Mo' Mail lyrics Runnin?Out Da Crackhouse lyrics Trigga Gots No Heart lyrics Trigga Happy lyrics RIP lyrics 1990-Sick ( Kill 'Em All) lyrics Dirty Bay lyrics Mind of a Sick Nigga lyrics Drama lyrics Mobbin' lyrics Sucka Ass Niggas lyrics 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen) lyrics Ain't No Love lyrics Funky Chickens lyrics Snich Killas lyrics Can U Feel It lyrics 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All) lyrics Tha Thug in Me lyrics Recognize Game lyrics Playa Man lyrics Ballin lyrics The Boss Mobster lyrics 510, 213 lyrics Kill Street Blues lyrics Wanna Be a G lyrics 2 Hands and a Razor lyrics Suckas Do What They Can (Real Playaz) lyrics U Can't Fade Me lyrics Can I Hit It? lyrics High Powered lyrics Killerfornia lyrics Gone With The Wind lyrics Too Deep in the Game lyrics Make Sure They Bleed lyrics Immortalized lyrics Ride Wit Me lyrics Strap on the Side lyrics Jealous Got Me Strapped lyrics Doncha Runaway lyrics You Can Get the Gat for That lyrics You Done Fucked Up lyrics |