be High Fidelity Definitely Switchin' the melody Can it be the brothers that you rarely see That got together for the better Whether him or me And together we Will forever be High
breath And let my nigga Marc 7even just do the rest [Marc 7] I'll do the rest But I won't rest Get fresh off of any beat you suggest High tech with the
my high score so say goodbye there's the door i can't see you anymore and there's a flame there's a spark but she beat my high score so say goodbye
Elementary high university why After school it's up to you To fabricate all the lies Close the window blinds stick to only your kind Strength in numbers means your just another number
family's convict releases Payin' witnesses to hold they breath, Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec I'm in a limo full of blow niggas But I'm never high
I get down down down [50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah)
't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my parka now My eyes blood shot red, i'm high but lets ride
might spill Cause this dumbass nigga paid forty dollars to come in and ice grill I'm in the back higher than a light bill Ya chick grindin' on the kid high
: Little inner city Willie much like myself Was aspiring to touch the higher reaches of wealth Self propelled by the propaganda of the MC's Glamour
times when you wanted to be number one And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh)
like David was, ready to start revival I know some kids in Dallas still in Jr. High They ain't tryin to pimp girls, push work, or get high Yea they jeans
in love (Ha!) 'Cause the Kid love pussy, and nothin' but the pussy (Yeah!) So bitch, if you want to fuck with me, Take a number (Fool!) and don't keep
bounce along Jump around, up and down Baby, cool down Don't wanna see you messing around Don't wanna hear say you freaking around Cuz you are my number
A Bat Yea Hit It Like A Bat Like Yea Mayne I'm High Like A Plane In The Back Of A G5 Got My Legs Bout A Mile High Got You Gripping On My Thighs Boy Ya
dont try to hold me, control me but you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why Im high till
me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don
I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't
real ni**az play together We die clutchin gla*ses, filled with liquor bomblastic Creamated, last wishes ni**a smoke my ashes High sigh why die wishin
