Mr. sancho, The Bizz - Get High lyrics
[Mr. sancho, The Bizz - Get High lyrics]
Califa Thugs let’s get high oh wee
Somebody wanna roll one
See I’m floatin’ so high (so high)
See I’m floatin’ so high (so high)
See I’m floatin’ so high
Holmes I’m not joking
I got that indo sticky light green
No steady smoking
Califa Thugs scoping the scene
No steady choking
And if you’re disrespecting the team
We’re steady loccing
Califa Thugs and we’re so high so high
Girl we’re in the low low
Smoke falling out the lowride
Puffing on fatties
Hot boxing up in the caddy
And all these hoes getting at me
I’m with my Cali thug family
We’re always hustling and banging
We’re always cocking them thangs
We’re always copping that change
And evеryday we’re doing the samе thang
We’re really smoking
Pop the top of the potion
Got hoes by the ocean
And we’re gonna have em on that mo shit
We getting high, gonna fly
Rolling up more blunts
We all alone at the top
And we got what you want
That? Sticky light green
Hoes you know what I mean
Scoping the scene with my thugs
On that gangsta lean
I’m to the sky often, so high so high
Keep it real man
You really wanna blaze that green?
Then I got what you want man
That ammo light green
The kind that’s in your dreams
The kinda sticky you wish for
Yeah you know what I mean
Califa thugs we rolling, choking
At the mo inn this gat I’m holding
Gripping forty’s haters thinking they loccing
There’s no telling what’ll happen
After smoking some chronic
Man I just might be on one
Man I might just feel bionic
But at the same time i might be real slow
Like turning down the tempo
Time to smoke another bowl
I gotta give to the man
Who invented this weed
With just one seed in the grown
We’ll roll you some sticky greens
We getting high, gonna fly
Rolling up more blunts
We all alone at the top
And we got what you want
That? Sticky light green
Hoes you know what I mean
Scoping the scene with my thugs
On that gangsta lean
Roll me a blunt blunt
Get high, Califa thugs till the day I die
Roll me a blunt blunt
Give me some sticky icky
Give me some Mary Jane
Baby come on make it quickie
I’m Royal T, give me chronic
I don’t mean to be picky
But, I’m paid and rich
I only pay for the sticky
Hop in the impala baby
And we can go for a ride
Bumping lil rob that natural high
You’re so good up in my chest
Oh wee no stres i wanna fly
On a natural high
Give me a bong, zig-zag or a optimal
So me and baby girl hit some chronic smoke
And when it’s all gone i wanna get some more
Let’s smoke
Come on let’s smoke babe
On a natural high, oh wee
Give me what I want, some weed
I wanna smoke some chronic weed
Yeah, oh let’s smoke oh let’s smoke
Somebody wanna roll one
See I’m floatin’ so high (so high)
See I’m floatin’ so high (so high)
See I’m floatin’ so high
Holmes I’m not joking
I got that indo sticky light green
No steady smoking
Califa Thugs scoping the scene
No steady choking
And if you’re disrespecting the team
We’re steady loccing
Califa Thugs and we’re so high so high
Girl we’re in the low low
Smoke falling out the lowride
Puffing on fatties
Hot boxing up in the caddy
And all these hoes getting at me
I’m with my Cali thug family
We’re always hustling and banging
We’re always cocking them thangs
We’re always copping that change
And evеryday we’re doing the samе thang
We’re really smoking
Pop the top of the potion
Got hoes by the ocean
And we’re gonna have em on that mo shit
We getting high, gonna fly
Rolling up more blunts
We all alone at the top
And we got what you want
That? Sticky light green
Hoes you know what I mean
Scoping the scene with my thugs
On that gangsta lean
I’m to the sky often, so high so high
Keep it real man
You really wanna blaze that green?
Then I got what you want man
That ammo light green
The kind that’s in your dreams
The kinda sticky you wish for
Yeah you know what I mean
Califa thugs we rolling, choking
At the mo inn this gat I’m holding
Gripping forty’s haters thinking they loccing
There’s no telling what’ll happen
After smoking some chronic
Man I just might be on one
Man I might just feel bionic
But at the same time i might be real slow
Like turning down the tempo
Time to smoke another bowl
I gotta give to the man
Who invented this weed
With just one seed in the grown
We’ll roll you some sticky greens
We getting high, gonna fly
Rolling up more blunts
We all alone at the top
And we got what you want
That? Sticky light green
Hoes you know what I mean
Scoping the scene with my thugs
On that gangsta lean
Roll me a blunt blunt
Get high, Califa thugs till the day I die
Roll me a blunt blunt
Give me some sticky icky
Give me some Mary Jane
Baby come on make it quickie
I’m Royal T, give me chronic
I don’t mean to be picky
But, I’m paid and rich
I only pay for the sticky
Hop in the impala baby
And we can go for a ride
Bumping lil rob that natural high
You’re so good up in my chest
Oh wee no stres i wanna fly
On a natural high
Give me a bong, zig-zag or a optimal
So me and baby girl hit some chronic smoke
And when it’s all gone i wanna get some more
Let’s smoke
Come on let’s smoke babe
On a natural high, oh wee
Give me what I want, some weed
I wanna smoke some chronic weed
Yeah, oh let’s smoke oh let’s smoke