Lirik Lagu Can I Get High - Lloyd Banks F/ Snoop Dogg& 50 Cent
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[Lloyd Banks]I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in hereBut Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me(Can I get high) - without you botherin meEverybody you see in here tonight'sdoin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
[50] Ay, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]That la lah-lah, I be smokinBe gettin me right, I be loc'nThem bullshit trees, you be rollinbarely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Lloyd Banks]I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for thesedoe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seedsI chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my kneesAnd roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breatheI blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G'scause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke yaI don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influenceA musician can't operate without his instrumentsMy recent success rapidly got your bitch convincedHaters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tintsI enter the club with baggies of that chocolateThe secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shitSometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start wentRaise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartmentIt's just one of them things that I do with my spare timeMy bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bendSo you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip inListen, I waited long for these rocks to glistenFrom that one-room pad without a pot to piss inOvert betrayal is not forgiven, I do thisfor my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livinHelpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansionJust so I can see her pop the ribbonThat Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so longSnoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed offCause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris KrossMy nigga dead and it's hard to let goSo I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as GeckoWe follow hood codes and everybody in the set knowWe gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of themYes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm treesI told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testamentDo you want to smoke wit me?Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fuckerLaw breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of itHip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singerThought about ridin if you say you wanna hang toughD.P.G. unit sounds like dangerYou might wanna manage your angerHang with us and stop smokin on the same stuffNow lay back on the lawThis new weed that I got I call it face offCause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speechMy niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!
[Chorus]
[50] Ay, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]That la lah-lah, I be smokinBe gettin me right, I be loc'nThem bullshit trees, you be rollinbarely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Lloyd Banks]I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for thesedoe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seedsI chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my kneesAnd roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breatheI blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G'scause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke yaI don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influenceA musician can't operate without his instrumentsMy recent success rapidly got your bitch convincedHaters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tintsI enter the club with baggies of that chocolateThe secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shitSometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start wentRaise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartmentIt's just one of them things that I do with my spare timeMy bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bendSo you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip inListen, I waited long for these rocks to glistenFrom that one-room pad without a pot to piss inOvert betrayal is not forgiven, I do thisfor my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livinHelpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansionJust so I can see her pop the ribbonThat Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so longSnoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed offCause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris KrossMy nigga dead and it's hard to let goSo I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as GeckoWe follow hood codes and everybody in the set knowWe gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of themYes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm treesI told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testamentDo you want to smoke wit me?Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fuckerLaw breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of itHip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singerThought about ridin if you say you wanna hang toughD.P.G. unit sounds like dangerYou might wanna manage your angerHang with us and stop smokin on the same stuffNow lay back on the lawThis new weed that I got I call it face offCause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speechMy niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!
[Chorus]
