Proof, Method Man, B-Real - High Rollers lyrics

Loaded, dazed, confused
I'm in the Esco' rollin' the kush weed
You know that I'm never ever
Blazin' the Bush weed
You know you're on cloud nine
Fuckin' with me duke
Be sure that I'm the kush
Man waitin' to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and
I don't need ya herbs
I'm gettin' high every time that
You speak the words
Well I'm glad that means more for me son
I hit the bong so hard
They call me three-lungs
They say that I'm the buddah master
"Rock Superstar" you know the homie with the
Weed laced candy bar
Now I'm blazin it non-stop
You feelin' me fam?
You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam
We blow the smoke in the air
Now you smellin' my strain
It's the OG bush just clouded your brain
See I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo'
Honeys get dough for me
All of them Mary, it's scary
They get you most stony

Hittin' the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with E and Vic's
You know it's on tonight
Roll it and pass the light
Sittin' up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those bowls and pipes
You know it's on tonight
Roll it and pass the light

You know your man's royal can be Ishmael?
Wasn't even finished my drink
And thinkin' 'bout refills they got the dro
I'm fin' to roll off these E pills
And I'm the Proof, got on method so be real
A retired weed head that
Need bread for trickin'
Off on a mission to find
Bitches for sausage lickin'
Engulfed in liquids, xannies and percocets
I jam like I don't know how to work the tech
Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'
Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge
Biscuit's is poppin'
Ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin
'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went
Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled
Stackin' my chips high 'til
They auction a Pablo pills to swallow
Momma don't cry I send you drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck "In the
Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?

Hittin' the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with E and Vic's
You know it's on tonight
Roll it and pass the light
Sittin' up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those bowls and pipes
You know it's on tonight
Roll it and pass the light

I semi-automatically spit flows at trash
Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half
If I speak a little fast you get whiplash
Promoters better get the kid cash
Or get whipped ass
Got some Zig-Zags and a Dutch
Let's get smashed
My little zip bags got more
Riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed
I'm proceedin' to get high
Got weed like Mary J is all
I'm needin to get by tical motherfucker
Run for cover when shit fly
One hand is on the lye
The other hand on yo' bitch thigh
How many wanna try
Mr meth and his clique? Yes
That's kinda farfetched like me
Passin' a piss test
Okay, let's be real, here's the proof
We need cash flow
Might catch me in the movies lightin'
Up in the back row for sho'
Killa Bee back flac? We don't need that
It's fo'-twenty ho
Now where the fuck is yo' weed at? In fact

Hittin' the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with E and Vic's
You know it's on tonight
Roll it and pass the light
Sittin' up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those bowls and pipes
You know it's on tonight
Roll it and pass the light