Lyrics
[Intro]
Let me tell you what I do...
{ I Get High }
[Verse 1]
Yeah, and I do about every day,
so I got the sticky like hair spray,
life is stressful, take ya cares away,
and stay above water like a pair a skates,
it's fair to say, I get more grass than a scrape
with hairs the same color as the ass on a ape,
like Jim Jones, I'm Ballin', I'd have to say,
on court I weave til another basket's made,
like ABC has Grey's, Trace has his weed,
and if there's no paper, Trace has his piece,
It's a cold world let the weed warm me up,
as it dialates the pupils and the corneas,
no need for a goal when I'm makin' a point,
Montel needs weed for his achin' joints,
so tell me it's all bad or break and join,
matter fact, shut the fuck up, just blaze, enjoy!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Love is bliss, damn, I love this shit,
put it to your lips, give your lungs a hit,
gotta hit that grass like a ball underpitched,
so I had more bowls than the cupboard did,
couple nuggets gripped, damn it's pretty,
so ya know I'm gonna Chief like Kansas City,
gotta hand it to me, pass it threw the back,
'til both my eyes are red like a cartoon mad,
At last... I'm back with a curb for your block,
sorta like bolemics 'cause I'm searchin' for the pot,
and when I get it, it's gotta last a week for,
'cause too much smoke'll give your ass a seisure,
and the way I roll is sick it's past a fever,
so I'm holdin' more papers than a trapper keeper,
keep up or just stop close,
get the tar, my lungs prolly got pot holes
[Chorus] x2
