me I just feel like a change Beneath the sun in the summer, A sea of flowers won't bloom without the rain But oh, this desert life, this high life Here
scene listenin? You can feel that you won't sing anythin? You know you need to take it, to take this seriously ?Cause seriously this high life scenery
You got everybody talking. You got everybody going. You got everybody acting crazy. I'm not gonna say you don't. You got everybody listening. You got
Übersetzung: The Rocket Summer. High Life.
on me I just feel like a change Beneath the sun in the summer, A sea of flowers won't bloom without the rain But oh, this desert life, this high life
it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich man, I stack chips and I unload clips after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life
by one of my enemies, have babies by one of my enemies (I'm still high) Phone jury, call the police, they can never hold me. (I'm still high) Eventually
get it done your bitin', you can bet it on your life It's 4/20 every night Who wanna get high? Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....) Pass the joint
shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga [B-Real] '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life
Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker, Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, Heister, my own life biographer, Pants sagging, Bentley whipping, Summer jam stopper, Tim truck wearing, Pineapple rocker
ATF [Singing:] Closer to my dreams (Miss Andreena Mill) I'm gettin' higher Yeah (Yeah man) I feel it in my sleep (Sing it to 'em baby) I said I'm gettin' higher
a star, no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talking in their music And I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends Kelsey Grammar Yah, that's what life
: Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap now he's making better ones on a higher step [Bridge:] On a warm summer day the doctor went
: Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap now he's making better ones on a higher step On a warm summer day the doctor went away to a
we dwell with the rhyme unplanned Now central coastin', not like central heating MC's minds meating like the lake meets the sea at Swansea On solid rock
