Lirik Lagu High Rollers (Feat. B-Real, Method Man) - Proof
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[B-Real]Loaded, dazed, confused..
I'm in the Esco' rollin the crisp weedYou know that I'm never ever blazin the Bush weedYou know you're on cloud nine fuckin with me dukeBe sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see ProofSome say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbsI'm gettin high every time that you speak your wordsWell I'm glad that means more for me sonI hit the bong so hard they call me green lungsThey say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"You know the homie with the weed laced candy barNow I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam?You see, everywhere I go it's like AmsterdamWe blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strainIt's the O.G. bush just clouded your brainSee I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for meAll of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony
[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, Proof][BR] Hittin the blunts and bongs[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light[BR] Sittin up top of the world[MM] Gettin on top of your girl[BR] Crack on those poles and pipes[Pr] You know it's on tonight[BR] Roll it and pass the light
[Proof]You know your man's royal can be Ishmael {?}Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refillsThey got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pillsAnd I'm the (Proof), got on my (Method) so (Be-Real)A retired weed head that need bread for trickinOff on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickinEngulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasetsI jam like I don't know how to work the tecNine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'Never lie for a trend tryna die on a bingeBiscuits is poppin, ain't no stoppin like Hendrix and Joplin'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac wentProfit of coppin, most often is gobbledStackin my chips high 'til they auction a PabloPills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugsTryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?
[Chorus]
[Method Man]I semi-automatically spit flows at trashAnatomically equipped to rip shows in halfIf I speak a little fast you get whiplashPromoters better get the kid cash or get whipped assGot some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashedMy little zip bags got more riders than Six FlagsAnd while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get highGot weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get byTical motherfucker, run for cover when shit flyOne hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thighHow many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? YesThat's kinda farfetched like me passin a piss testOkay, let's (Be-Real), here's the (Proof), we need cash flowMight catch me in the movies lightin up in the back rowFor sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need thatIt's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?In fact..
[Chorus]
I'm in the Esco' rollin the crisp weedYou know that I'm never ever blazin the Bush weedYou know you're on cloud nine fuckin with me dukeBe sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see ProofSome say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbsI'm gettin high every time that you speak your wordsWell I'm glad that means more for me sonI hit the bong so hard they call me green lungsThey say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"You know the homie with the weed laced candy barNow I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam?You see, everywhere I go it's like AmsterdamWe blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strainIt's the O.G. bush just clouded your brainSee I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for meAll of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony
[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, Proof][BR] Hittin the blunts and bongs[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light[BR] Sittin up top of the world[MM] Gettin on top of your girl[BR] Crack on those poles and pipes[Pr] You know it's on tonight[BR] Roll it and pass the light
[Proof]You know your man's royal can be Ishmael {?}Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refillsThey got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pillsAnd I'm the (Proof), got on my (Method) so (Be-Real)A retired weed head that need bread for trickinOff on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickinEngulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasetsI jam like I don't know how to work the tecNine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'Never lie for a trend tryna die on a bingeBiscuits is poppin, ain't no stoppin like Hendrix and Joplin'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac wentProfit of coppin, most often is gobbledStackin my chips high 'til they auction a PabloPills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugsTryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?
[Chorus]
[Method Man]I semi-automatically spit flows at trashAnatomically equipped to rip shows in halfIf I speak a little fast you get whiplashPromoters better get the kid cash or get whipped assGot some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashedMy little zip bags got more riders than Six FlagsAnd while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get highGot weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get byTical motherfucker, run for cover when shit flyOne hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thighHow many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? YesThat's kinda farfetched like me passin a piss testOkay, let's (Be-Real), here's the (Proof), we need cash flowMight catch me in the movies lightin up in the back rowFor sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need thatIt's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?In fact..
[Chorus]
