J.R. Writer - High Music lyrics
[J.R. Writer - High Music lyrics]
Uh, DipSet
It go cop a pie, cop a brick
Cop an ounce, cop a nick
Get the yay and get away
If you say it's not that piff
Make ya lighter flick let's get high as shit
Spark that blunt
If it's crack, smack, you backtrack
Puff, puff pass that dime put you to sleep
That's what I call a "nap-sack"
From a dub of that "yeah"
To some bud, I don't care
Put your drugs in the air
I get left off of trees
On a jet to Belize (we out)
My first sess, I believe (was what?)
Was some regular weed (okay)
And had me staggering over
Plus kept a bad aroma
Copped it uptown, but called it "Arizona"
It was gruesome you know
I was zooted fo' sho
Stuck on it 'til someone
Introduced me to 'dro hit the stoop for an O
On the move, on the go
Then got the munchies, next move was the sto'
Those were the old days, when I got so blazed
But now the pimp switched
It's purple and gold haze
That had my whole days, so dazed
Locked fade, no shades, okay
Sitting in the OJs it's more like my music
Roll and get high music
Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it
This is how I do it
Till I get high, zooted, booted
Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up repeated
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Yeah, I met this chick, ooh
Six-two, thick boobs, skip through
Wrist blue
Yup and J loved the way she switched moves
But the bitch was just too crazy (why?)
Haze, B?
Not at all, all she did was sniff glue
(what?) she used to get wopped
Run up a strip block
Squeeze the glue out the bottle
Breathed it out the Ziploc
Ain't have it all up there
Ain't have it all upstairs
Pacing, hallucinating
Thinking should could walk on air
She used to talk and share
All of her thoughts, affairs
All facing a wall, "Ma who's over there?"
"Look, I'm over here" (come over here)
Yeah come over here
Matter of fact take another whiff
Till your nose hair flare
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up repeated
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Yo I used to stay seated in the lobby
With keys I got from poppi yay day to day
Hitting fiends off was a hobby
That weed you copped was throppy (trash)
Boobie, ma usually turned 'em into pookey
Beam it up to Scottie i was a hard flipper
They were some hard hitters
Shit for that hard nigga
They stole some car mirrors
Stereos, TVs, just for a bigger rock
Get your drop, stripped and got
Left on cinder blocks (damn)
I took a gang empire
Shit I was slanging fire (crack)
Till them fiends start to lean
And got straight up wired
They couldn't hang they liars
Shit them cats
Couldn't get the monkey off they
Back with a tranquilizer
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up repeated
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
It go cop a pie, cop a brick
Cop an ounce, cop a nick
Get the yay and get away
If you say it's not that piff
Make ya lighter flick let's get high as shit
Spark that blunt
If it's crack, smack, you backtrack
Puff, puff pass that dime put you to sleep
That's what I call a "nap-sack"
From a dub of that "yeah"
To some bud, I don't care
Put your drugs in the air
I get left off of trees
On a jet to Belize (we out)
My first sess, I believe (was what?)
Was some regular weed (okay)
And had me staggering over
Plus kept a bad aroma
Copped it uptown, but called it "Arizona"
It was gruesome you know
I was zooted fo' sho
Stuck on it 'til someone
Introduced me to 'dro hit the stoop for an O
On the move, on the go
Then got the munchies, next move was the sto'
Those were the old days, when I got so blazed
But now the pimp switched
It's purple and gold haze
That had my whole days, so dazed
Locked fade, no shades, okay
Sitting in the OJs it's more like my music
Roll and get high music
Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it
This is how I do it
Till I get high, zooted, booted
Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up repeated
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Yeah, I met this chick, ooh
Six-two, thick boobs, skip through
Wrist blue
Yup and J loved the way she switched moves
But the bitch was just too crazy (why?)
Haze, B?
Not at all, all she did was sniff glue
(what?) she used to get wopped
Run up a strip block
Squeeze the glue out the bottle
Breathed it out the Ziploc
Ain't have it all up there
Ain't have it all upstairs
Pacing, hallucinating
Thinking should could walk on air
She used to talk and share
All of her thoughts, affairs
All facing a wall, "Ma who's over there?"
"Look, I'm over here" (come over here)
Yeah come over here
Matter of fact take another whiff
Till your nose hair flare
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up repeated
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Yo I used to stay seated in the lobby
With keys I got from poppi yay day to day
Hitting fiends off was a hobby
That weed you copped was throppy (trash)
Boobie, ma usually turned 'em into pookey
Beam it up to Scottie i was a hard flipper
They were some hard hitters
Shit for that hard nigga
They stole some car mirrors
Stereos, TVs, just for a bigger rock
Get your drop, stripped and got
Left on cinder blocks (damn)
I took a gang empire
Shit I was slanging fire (crack)
Till them fiends start to lean
And got straight up wired
They couldn't hang they liars
Shit them cats
Couldn't get the monkey off they
Back with a tranquilizer
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up repeated
Getting high, roll a lye
Crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick
Get a lick roll up