Redman, Mr. Cheeks, DoItAll - Hands Up lyrics
[Redman, Mr. Cheeks, DoItAll - Hands Up lyrics]
Hands up if you wanna get high, yo
Hands up if you wanna get high, yea
Hands up if you wanna get high, yo
Hands up if you wanna get high, yea
We go 1 blunt, 2 blunts, 3 blunts, 4
I’ve been high since british
Walkers and quarter roys and bruce leeroy
Before I got my first check
Now that last tragin
You can smell it on my breath
Got sativa, indeca, chromes all in the raw
Mortal when I puff, puff
Past and I finish her
Ratty doing cheeks, beast from the east
Slight club on the beast, ash
Burns on the seats, we off
I’ma pass this bomb like mcdad
Keep the whacks from high times
And I’ma take a gag
I take your wifey out for dinner
Hit her in the bathroom for getter
Then I leave her with the tale
It ain’t a …of bud I ain’t smoked yet
And if I run out of buds nigga, road trip
You know your boy funked out, get you
High… throw your hands in the sky, let’s go
God off said nigga roll a weed up
Off my clothes, I brush the ass like dandruff
I bump the scalp I
Escape through the handcuffs
Long walk, long gone, bring brag benson
Kim dog kush strong long, that’s a great puff
3 boys bad off ciroc like a great props
Raise your hands, get in line
Just to face us
Quick chip, all ride, on that short bus
Been a long time fuck about the moments here
Yeah I’ve become a fool
Since the wiseman shakespeare
What you smoking on, what you got there
Van Gogh flow, yeah it’s the left ear
Do it all boy, go and put it to the sky
Fuck you redman, I’m so high
420 o high, blowing on the sour
Little rocker bye bye inhaling on the lala
I can’t front, I smoke trees all day
If I ain’t got none, stay out of my way
I get cranky, rude, I got snucked in the safe
Score me in it and everything’s ok
How you show it to the
Spot then don’t come with
Blow trees and backwoods
Nigga that’s some dumb shit
Now you know that I’m about that man
Smoke eats smoke, that’s the pot half plan
I make music so I used it while I’m writing
Smoking while I’m doing it
It makes it more exciting
Stay rollin, stay lights in
But never stay …shit that’s frightening
Any problem the solution’s in the bag
Nigga you’s too tight
You need to take your
Cause, I’m the real, need to rising
Hands up if you wanna get high, yea
Hands up if you wanna get high, yo
Hands up if you wanna get high, yea
We go 1 blunt, 2 blunts, 3 blunts, 4
I’ve been high since british
Walkers and quarter roys and bruce leeroy
Before I got my first check
Now that last tragin
You can smell it on my breath
Got sativa, indeca, chromes all in the raw
Mortal when I puff, puff
Past and I finish her
Ratty doing cheeks, beast from the east
Slight club on the beast, ash
Burns on the seats, we off
I’ma pass this bomb like mcdad
Keep the whacks from high times
And I’ma take a gag
I take your wifey out for dinner
Hit her in the bathroom for getter
Then I leave her with the tale
It ain’t a …of bud I ain’t smoked yet
And if I run out of buds nigga, road trip
You know your boy funked out, get you
High… throw your hands in the sky, let’s go
God off said nigga roll a weed up
Off my clothes, I brush the ass like dandruff
I bump the scalp I
Escape through the handcuffs
Long walk, long gone, bring brag benson
Kim dog kush strong long, that’s a great puff
3 boys bad off ciroc like a great props
Raise your hands, get in line
Just to face us
Quick chip, all ride, on that short bus
Been a long time fuck about the moments here
Yeah I’ve become a fool
Since the wiseman shakespeare
What you smoking on, what you got there
Van Gogh flow, yeah it’s the left ear
Do it all boy, go and put it to the sky
Fuck you redman, I’m so high
420 o high, blowing on the sour
Little rocker bye bye inhaling on the lala
I can’t front, I smoke trees all day
If I ain’t got none, stay out of my way
I get cranky, rude, I got snucked in the safe
Score me in it and everything’s ok
How you show it to the
Spot then don’t come with
Blow trees and backwoods
Nigga that’s some dumb shit
Now you know that I’m about that man
Smoke eats smoke, that’s the pot half plan
I make music so I used it while I’m writing
Smoking while I’m doing it
It makes it more exciting
Stay rollin, stay lights in
But never stay …shit that’s frightening
Any problem the solution’s in the bag
Nigga you’s too tight
You need to take your
Cause, I’m the real, need to rising