7 Days of Funk - High Wit Me lyrics
[7 Days of Funk - High Wit Me lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Eyo Dâm, let me take 'em high real quick
Real high
I wanna get high wit' you, I
Wanna get high wit' you, i
Wanna get high wit' you, if that's
What you want me to, now blaze up
I wanna get high wit' you, I'm
Gonna get high wit' you, i
Wanna get high wit' you, if that's
What you want me to, so blaze up
Roll one, pass it around, puff puff
Pass, till it come back, baby this
Dogg pound, i found my neck with
My nephew Dâm, simple and plain
So put the blunt to the flame
Easy now, light that bleazy, pow, the
Whole roomie go for smoke, take a
Quick flicc' with my kinfo, and now i am so
Gone of dope, feelin' fly, don't ask me why
Just roll to the rhytm of my lullaby
Mama i, can't stop
And i won't get up in the morning
With a stretch and some yawnin', headin to
My throne, starts my day off, i
Gotta get the pay off, homie stay
Off my grass, high for you
And i'mma do what I'm sposed to
If you want me to
Green trees, blue skies, full moons, and
Cherry pies, baseball games and barbeques
And all the little things that we love to
Do, the party don't start till
The quarter to two, and
Baby gon' do what I want her to, all crondo
Indo combo, oh yes thats the all kush combo
I need
The weed man, pronto, I need it so bad
'bout to black out, pull a pack out
Now I'm in the strip club
Gettin' my known, 'bout to pull
A whole rack out, oh Boy!
I'll be the real McCoy, shootin' my
Shop like a rhinestone cowboy
Up, up and away, puff, puff
And amaze, in the days, is blunts and jays
Eyo Dâm, let me take 'em high real quick
Real high
I wanna get high wit' you, I
Wanna get high wit' you, i
Wanna get high wit' you, if that's
What you want me to, now blaze up
I wanna get high wit' you, I'm
Gonna get high wit' you, i
Wanna get high wit' you, if that's
What you want me to, so blaze up
Roll one, pass it around, puff puff
Pass, till it come back, baby this
Dogg pound, i found my neck with
My nephew Dâm, simple and plain
So put the blunt to the flame
Easy now, light that bleazy, pow, the
Whole roomie go for smoke, take a
Quick flicc' with my kinfo, and now i am so
Gone of dope, feelin' fly, don't ask me why
Just roll to the rhytm of my lullaby
Mama i, can't stop
And i won't get up in the morning
With a stretch and some yawnin', headin to
My throne, starts my day off, i
Gotta get the pay off, homie stay
Off my grass, high for you
And i'mma do what I'm sposed to
If you want me to
Green trees, blue skies, full moons, and
Cherry pies, baseball games and barbeques
And all the little things that we love to
Do, the party don't start till
The quarter to two, and
Baby gon' do what I want her to, all crondo
Indo combo, oh yes thats the all kush combo
I need
The weed man, pronto, I need it so bad
'bout to black out, pull a pack out
Now I'm in the strip club
Gettin' my known, 'bout to pull
A whole rack out, oh Boy!
I'll be the real McCoy, shootin' my
Shop like a rhinestone cowboy
Up, up and away, puff, puff
And amaze, in the days, is blunts and jays