Lyrics Why We Get High - Tony Montana
I
used
to
pop
wheelies
as
I
rode
down
the
block
Playing
Pac
on
my
headphones,
money
in
my
sock
Couple
grams
in
my
pockets,
call
me
big
poppa
You
ain′t
never
gonna
stop
me,
middle
fingers
to
the
law
Just
a
young
boy
kicking
it,
handling
my
business
Smoking
in
the
car
before
I
could
even
whip
in
it
We
getting
it,
a
little
bit
hazy
Keep
the
windows
rolled
up
no
smoke
escaping
Then
we
roll
up
to
the
high
school
If
you
mean
mugging
then
my
crew
might
fight
you
I'm
that
young
Sinatra
Smooth
play
boy
trapping
out
the
locker
Money
on
my
mind
Steady
killing
shit
since
95
Ask
me
any
time
i′ll
be
down
to
ride
Cuz
life's
a
bitch
and
then
you
die,
that's
why
we
get
high
That′s
why
we
get
high
That′s
why
we
get
high,
ayyyyyyy
That's
why
we
get
high
I
flip
the
zip
to
the
kids
on
the
block
Seein′
the
blacked
out
ford
on
the
corner
snapping
shots
The
grind
makes
money
but
the
life
gets
lonely
So
I
stash
the
cash
and
I
call
up
the
homies
We
meet
up
in
the
park
after
dark
for
a
spliff
or
two
Kick
it
by
the
benches
reminiscing
bout
the
prison
food
We
spend
the
night
getting
faded
Remembering
the
times
we
thought
we
might
not
make
it
Laughing
bout
the
tracks
we
recorded
in
the
basement
Compared
to
where
we're
at
got
us
feeling
like
we
made
it
But
we
still
ain′t
there
5 years
late
life
still
ain't
fair
no
So
I
write
my
rhymes
And
my
time
will
come
I
can
see
them
signs
And
yeah
you
can
try
but
you
won′t
block
my
shine
Cuz
life's
a
bitch
and
then
you
die,
that's
why
we
get
high
That′s
why
we
get
high
That′s
why
we
get
high
ayyyyyy
That's
why
we
get
high
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