Black Moon, Top Dog, Sean Price, Starang Wondah - High Times lyrics

Now who want what we got
(sample from Finsta Bundy - Feel
The High Pt I I)

All you Toucan Sams follow your noses
Fuck around let's smoke some
Shit and die chokin' eyes still wide open
So I gotta close'em a little (what's that?)
Smoke on the doja a little
Hit Cali where that bomb
Bright green is lurkin'
But not so much and my head start hurtin'
(damn) pencil in my lead stop workin'
Never thought I'd get this high
But, I'm not certain
So I roll another spliff
And I hit licks now I'm
Nice & Smooth like Greg and I

Ayyo this weed is bullshit
Feel like I'm decked in the grill
I shoulda chewed a Ecstasy
Pill with Stephanie Mills
White broads, mushrooms out in Beverly Hills
High post' gettin' hеad in the 'Ville
Yo, I'm on some iron Mikе Tyson Zoloft
Bustin' her toes off
Cop three plus some trees
How much do those cost
Cop a brick of some shit
That'll blow your fuckin' nose off
Sean Price a drug showoff, yo

I'm feelin' high, so high
If you feel it then you're
Ready for the motion
(sample from Finsta Bundy - Feel
The High Pt I I) i'm feelin' high, so high
If you feel it then you're
Ready for the motion
I'm gettin' high, so high
If you feel it then you're
Ready for the motion
I'm feelin' high, so high
If you feel it then you're
Ready for the motion

I just left dread on the corner
Tell her meet me, have it, you know
You know I gotta have it to blow fuck it
Stay on the low but stay high too
Niggas talk shit but they high too
Slide with who
Fool, it's just me and my trees
This Panamanian Gold blows with ease
Deez muthafuckas don't think I smoke
A lot of chocolat, please
In the parking lot stash from Dee
Smokin' like the whip on fire
See I'm comin' in a sweep I
Put the clips on tires
Then it's back to smokin'
Let's get it crackin' again
Words hit the paper
But this pen stabbin' ya men
For tryina lace my weed taste my weed
You gotta be fam if not, taste them feez

I was smokin' a Bob Marley (word up)
That's where I met Molly, B-X
Soon as I seen her I was thinkin' S-E-X
She peeped us when we hopped out of the GS
(word up)
Smoke was everywhere, she high off of E-X
(aha) tellin' Drew don't drink and drive
I said "What is this?" (come on)
Pass the Hennessey and mind ya business
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
We all high, we all drunk
Know how you get down (word up, ma)
And don't worry 'bout me lil' ma, I do this
And what about Drew, he got dough, he Jewish

I met a chickencluck, a hood slut
She cocoa-nuts (what up)
All she wanted was coke 'n nuts i'm like ma
All you need is a toke of da ookie
(hey hey hey) huh, I ain't even fuckin'
With you weed groupies
I smoke green like I seen Snoopy
(what up, loc?) and Doc Dre
My neighborhood weed gate be a block away
Tyson bricks chop away
Can't get knocked by the coppers
Or you get locked away
For more than two days (aha)
Roll lye 42 ways (aha)
Bitches like shorty, you craze'
It's all grave' it's only the bud I crave
And I don't mean Bud Light
I mean that bud like Haze

Hey Rasta man, hey what you say
Give me some of that sensei
Hey Rasta man, hey what you say
Give me some of that sensei
Hey BD man, hey Mr Starang
Give me some of that sensei
Hey Rasta man, hey what you say
Give me some of that sensei
(Yo Sean P, don't lace my weed, son
For real) i toke
No joke you choke
I smoke