Three 6 Mafia - I'm So High Lyrics

Lyrics I'm So High - Three 6 Mafia



I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I fuss wit the light green, I fuss wit the drizzle hoe
I puts five to the tail, I smokes till it is no mo
I fuss wit this hotel, I gots towels to the do'
I fuss wit' this freaky hoe that's down fo' the dicky flo'
I'm blazin' this sticky but never mixing it wit my coke
This one right here for the nose, this one right for the smoke
This one right here for the dollars, this one right here roll the blunt
I'm taking Six from the stix, I'm wildin' like niggas stunt
First you get the swishers, second buy the liquor
Third buy some of that sticky, most smokers call it sticker
Can't forget the Newport, suckin' on my Too Short
Call my nigga Big Tris, bring that blow and snizort
I'm high ass fucking lizzy, I'm stressin' how I'm livin'
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just give me just one mo' hizze
This hydro weed I got some, I might blow you a shotgun
But if you can't play hizzap, I guess yo ass don't want none
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
Give me weed, give me green, give me somethin' wit no seed
Give me somethin' I can break down wit, no sticks or unstamy
It don't makes no D if it's [unverified] or dat bud
Just give it give it to me and my hand will fill it up
In yo hand you receive is a big face from me
Tell my nigga pass me that swisher, so I can roll up this weed
Get me fiending up wit weed, put that joint to that sweet
Then my nigga looked at my me, then we started to repeat
Yo, I be smokin' out daily, maybe get up on some hazy
Then remote and faded baby 'cause you niggas drive me crazy
Still a lady when I'm escalated, faded with my peeps
Bobby Brown smokin' niggas know not to even step to me
When I'm high I ain't gone lie, I'm feeling freaky up inside
You wanna keep it on the low, I put my truck on the other side
Nigga, nigga, whatchu mean Gangsta Boo be on that green?
Looking good up on the scene, posted up know what I mean
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I'm so hi, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
Gone on the pills after [unverified], yes I break out of the lot
Smoke too much hydro puff, I'm takin' it up a notch
[Unverified] Too me you ain't got to eat [unverified]
[Unverified] And the stranger thinks of me [unverified]
I'm paralyzed from the P, I'm shootin' up 'cause of thee
Bacardi for cocoa plex, I step up and now he letched
I'm going in to a trance, da deadliest demon man
You thus as the Sosate say, yeah pass me that saucer tray
Or pass me a blunt of hay, I wanna just drift away, drift away
I be smokin' on motherfuckin weed and chiefin' out
Hear me saying satanic prays, let her suck my dick
Fo' this girl drive me crazy, these niggas got me doped
Gotta blaze a blunt into me, fo' just take me to the chiefin' room
Fuck the city with the chicken, chief the chicken, roll the chicken
Smoking got the chicken out there dirty with a lot of sticky
Hear me this and I think I blowed a pound
Now I seen me a little silhouette of mine
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that goddamn dope



Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard


Three 6 Mafia - When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1
Album When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1
date of release
13-06-2000




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