Spadez - H.A.M. lyrics

(Right, right)
Right now I'm higher than the empire state
I'm baked (yup)
I'm gone off the California grapes
Headin' straight  (where?)
Up to the sky, feelin' great  (yeah)
And I got a pocket full of zig zag pape's
All rolled up, ready to get blazed (ha)
Movin' real slow and my eyes all glazed
This shit that I blow gon' have you amazed
Put you in a daze for days, i'm unfazed
(uh)
I been chiefin' good for a while you know
(you know?)
I gotta have the best herbs everywhere I go
What the fuck you payin'
I got homies that grow (uh huh)
And this shit'll knock you
Out like Mayweather KO
No, damn, you bet I'm goin' in (woo)
These ladies say they know me


But I ain't knowin' them
HAM, I be higher than a mothafucka
If you blowin' Reggie Bush
I ain't puffin' with you sucka

(Break, break) break it down, break it down
(break it down, break it down)
Roll it up, roll it up
(roll it up, roll it up)
Just to burn it to the ground
(just to burn it to the ground)
You know we don't give a fuck
(you know we don't give a fuck) awww

Damn, we be gettin' ham you ain't feelin'
You ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothafucka
Damn, we be gettin' ham you ain't feelin'
You ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothafucka

Man, fuck that other shit
I be on some other shit
Rollin' up another spliff
Fill it with the chronic piff
All you gotta do is take a whiff
And then you know it's good
I got tree like Christmas baby, OG
You could smell that kush
George Bush, that presidential
Burn it down in my residential
LA confidential, spark that purp
That's shit's sequential
So much green, environmental
Got my eyes lookin' oriental
Gimme that Buddha, so essential
You ain't gotta ask, it's fundamental
Oh yeah, that fire, we be blowin'
We ain't slowin' down (uh)
Fuck a ounce homie
We be sparkin' by the pound (yeah)
We be gettin' ham
No there are no pigs around
Do bitches by the three
You could call that shit a triple crown
Trippin' now, been sippin' out the bottle
With some model chicks
Hit the mound, fastball
She puckin' on my hockey stick
Said she wanna see my shit
Showin' me that bag of tricks
While I'm puttin' canna-butter all up
In this brownie mix

(Break, break) break it down, break it down
(break it down, break it down)
Roll it up, roll it up
(roll it up, roll it up)
Just to burn it to the ground
(just to burn it to the ground)
You know we don't give a fuck
(you know we don't give a fuck) awww

Damn, we be gettin' ham you ain't feelin'
You ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothafucka
Damn, we be gettin' ham you ain't feelin'
You ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothafucka

Damn, gettin' ham
Man I'm higher than a eagle (brr)
Flyer too, and you lookin' similar to smeagol
(ha) blowin' something purple and
It's California legal
Have you movin' like a turtle when
You chiefin' on the diesel
It got me feelin' peaceful
The beat is like my easel
Let me go ahead and paint
A picture for you people
I've been workin' like a dog
Every hard days night
That's some Beatles shit
Get it? Just a day in the life (yeah)
I'm pullin' out a light
(uh) , sparkin' up the doja
Spadez in this bitch, god damn
I thought I told ya
Puffin' on a blunt while I'm sippin' a Corona
Got me zoned out while I'm
Chillin' on my sofa
I don't mean to boast or brag, but I got dank
Coppin' top shelf from the club, yeah
The highest rank
Got a hundred million rhymes
(yeah) up in my think tank
Purple, I be hittin' that
Call me hammerin' Hank

D-d damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin'
You ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothafucka
Damn, we be gettin' ham you ain't feelin'
You ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothafucka
(what?)