I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
S P I C E about to hit it and Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a Purple haze got me the switches and rollin' bats up With some niggaz who want to put the gats up I'm 'til I kick the bucket
Fuck it, some blunts on my coffin' and I'll Smoke it with the dead niggas light it up the fourth of july Type of chronic make a dead wake up high I get tired and pussy
And niggaz know I got to smoke half ounce, before I flow It no [Incomprehensible] in my zig-zag, I roll my blunt ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt To get the sticky ass green shit, shut 'em You can a little chron' spot in every town
sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block Break the doobies in the ashtray to roll a chopper I'm addicted to the THC, fucked up Leave your doobies they gettin' sucked up
Lungs like a motherfuckin' cleaner Mobbin' on the fine Betty's smokin' out the Just call me Dr. from the bay Hit ya in the chest with the like an A.K.
Kick back lay back and them feet up Sometimes I wanna roll, a whole tree up I break it down, and O's Smokin' mold in a broke sixty-four
And ain't no nigga in the that can outsmoke me The chronic addict S P I C E Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale But I'm gonna cough a lung up for niggaz in jail
I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
Smokin' pot twelve, ain't no secret to my homies the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me It's the C H R O N I C havin' with clause a quarter to three About to loc the fuck up 'cuz the fed hit the weed
And niggaz tryin' to sell me homegrown I need the bomb break down the bail Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. smoked 'em all Which every hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl
Suckin' in smoke with my nose Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for puff puff pass Nigga quit fuckin' the weed or I'ma bank on bitch ass
I'm high, I'm And I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
I'm high, I'm Said, "I'm high",