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13 Highlife
Cypress Hill
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I roll you up like my Rizla's
Cut you up with my scissors
You wanna get this here
The venom spitter
Your style's trash, don't litter
You got the jitters
The hard hitters
No quitters, your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin'
Get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin' to turn the heat down
You label me cold blooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead
The gat tutted
You can't cut it
You can't but it
It's no use, your mouth shutted
Shootin' arrows, diamond studded
And still budded
You got to love it
You better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
With other fools that minute made
They get played for a minute then played out
They never get back in it
Gun park, I bring chalk for your body outline on the floor
You got hit by the four-four
You're in the game called life, son
How you livin' it?
Street corner kids growin' up, blowin' up
You chase dreams, you want the high life
With the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost
You lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever
On niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar
And they'll be through with you
The high life, yeah, the high life
The high life, yeah, the high life
You got to hang out with B-reezy and take it easy
It's gettin' greasy
I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore, I'm runnin' real with it
Niggas gettin' softcore
The people want more
Hardcore shit, that's why I give 'em an encore
Curtains open, you see the people applaud feelin' it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin' it
Can't stand the original
Cats with minimal skills that's criminal
You fake bitches
You're lookin' for riches in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye, cut off your breath
When you fall, feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin' with your weak bladder
Pissin' on yourself, it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone, it's dead fate
Didn't hesitate to put you away
Close the gates, now you're locked out
You're like cable with all the porn channels blocked out
What you good for? Nothin'
So be gone suckers
Have a nice trip, see you motherfuckers
You're in the game called life, son
How you livin' it?
Street corner kids growin' up, blowin' up
You chase dreams, you want the high life
With the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost
You lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever
On niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar
And they'll be through with you
The high life, yeah, the high life
The high life, yeah, the high life
I live for the high life
Get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game, and the limelight
Fools that be out there tryin' to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first thing that comes to pass
Is the blast of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path
You can't help but inhale and get sprung
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I've been chosen
But I know there are few who conquer
You got to come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin' real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the high life
The high life, ha, ha
The high life, yeah
You're in the game called life, son
How you livin' it?
Street corner kids growin' up, blowin' up
You chase dreams, you want the high life
With the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost
You lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever
On niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar
And they'll be through with you
The high life, ha, the high life
The high life, yeah, the high life
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