paroles de chanson High - Madlib , Freddie Gibbs
Indo,
kushed
out
Trillest
nigga
living
ever
pushed
out
Never
finished
college
like
my
brother
or
my
sister
I
was
in
the
crib
laying
on
a
kush
cloud
Getting
zoned
out,
eyes
red
Momma
and
my
daddy
said
my
mind
dead
They
said
I
never
had
a
clue,
said
the
bills
past
due
Fuck
you,
nigga,
you
gotta
remind
Fred
Cause
I'm
carefree,
sucker-free
Remember
when
these
niggas
wouldn't
fuck
with
me
But
now
I'm
on
the
screen
and
these
magazines
They
be
trying
to
stop
a
nigga
like,
smoke
something,
G
Can
we
get
a
couple
grams?
Nigga,
hell,
naw
Unless
you
come
in
with
the
cash,
tried
to
tell
y'all
I
got
you
motherfuckers
gassed
on
the
smell,
dawg
So
go
'head
and
take
a
hit
of
what
I'm
'bout
to
sell
y'all
I
gets
high
I
get
high,
I
get
high,
I
get
high
(I
gets
high)
I
get
so
blowed,
I
can't
stand
up
I'm
in
the
bed
with
Elise
and
Amanda
Cause
in
my
shows
I
make
them
hoes
put
their
hands
up
So
they
came
back
to
my
room,
they
getting
rammed
up
We
trying
to
slam
or
what?
Because
I'm
trying
to
smoke
So
when
I
finish
with
these
Swishers
I'll
be
down
your
throat
And
two
of
y'all,
one
of
me,
three
of
us
Should
I
hit
my
niggas
up?
Hell,
naw,
I'ma
pound
them
both
Cause
this
a
one-man
job,
ain't
no
need
for
the
crew
Two
snow
bunnies
on
their
knees,
what
it
do?
White
snow
in
the
crib
if
you
need
that,
too
Got
some
bitches
and
some
bud,
nigga,
bring
that
through
I
gets
high
Early
in
the
morning,
getting
high
with
crusty
eyes
Rubbing
on
a
mother,
well
you
know
it's
do
or
die
Hopping
off
the
porch,
had
to
get
on
my
grind
All
because
the
trouble
just
copped
to
my
nine
Back
in
the
Caddy
smoking
Swishers
with
my
nigga
Make
a
store
run,
'bout
to
cop
out
some
liquor
Burning
down
basements,
face
it
Run
a
bus
stop,
I'm
trading
hoes,
and
you
know
we
ain't
paying
Midwest
livin',
oven
open
in
the
kitchen
Heating
up
the
house
where
your
shit
could
come
up
missing
Dope
fiend
tripping
cause
he
just
copped
a
nick
But
he
say
he
can't
find
it,
but
it's
right
in
his
pocket
All
day
long,
gotta
get
my
profit
Just
poured
a
deuce
and
I'm
smoking
on
the
tropic
On
a
different
subject,
lights
is
the
topic
Cause
he
talking
money
so,
nigga,
just
stop
it
All
day
long,
getting
high
on
the
low
Bitch,
snow
bunny
be
sniffing
that
snow
Twerking
that
summer,
I
really
don't
know
Cause
me,
Freddie
Gibbs,
Madlib
stay
blowed
Hey,
are
you
okay?
You
slobbing,
you
okay?
Is
he
okay?
Are
you
okay?
He
shouldn't
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