paroles de chanson I Get High - Snoop Dogg , Lloyd Banks , 50 Cent
, Snoop
Dogg)
I
know,
I
ain't
supposed
to
smoke
in
here
But
Mr.
Bouncer
Man,
don't
put
your
motherfuckin
hands
on
me
(Can
I
get
high)
- without
you
botherin
me
Everybody
you
see
in
here
tonight's
Doin
the
same
thing,
so
why
you
keep
player
hatin
on
me?
(Can
I
get
high)
- without
you
botherin
me
Ay,
did
you
hit
this
shit?
That
la
lah-lah,
I
be
smokin
Be
gettin
me
right,
I
be
loc'n
Them
bullshit
trees,
you
be
rollin
Barely
gives
you
a
buzz,
me
I
get
HIGH!
I
admit
I
got
a
problem,
I
keep
comin
back
for
these
Doe-doe
bags,
and
not
your
'gnac
or
your
sack
of
seeds
I
chill,
sit
back
on
the
sofa
and
relax
my
knees
And
roll
one
up
loose
enough
to
make
the
backwards
breathe
I
blow
a
heavy
load,
you
can
subtract
some
G's
Cause
I'm
a
smoker,
too
much
of
this
to
choke
ya
I
don't
mean
to
provoke
ya,
but
I'm
a
bad
influence
A
musician
can't
operate
without
his
instruments
My
recent
success
rapidly
got
your
bitch
convinced
Haters
mad
they
can't
look
inside
cause
I
pitched
the
tints
I
enter
the
club
with
baggies
of
that
chocolate
The
secondhand
smoke'll
make
a
nigga
wanna
start
shit
Sometimes
I
think
bout
where
the
niggaz
from
the
start
went
Raise
up
a
lighter
and
fuck
up
the
whole
apartment
It's
just
one
of
them
things
that
I
do
with
my
spare
time
My
bad
habits
ain't
private,
so
I'ma
share
mine
Now
they
put
they
hands
out,
cause
of
the
way
shit
bend
So
you
niggaz
ain't
smokin
if
you
don't
chip
in
Listen,
I
waited
long
for
these
rocks
to
glisten
From
that
one-room
pad
without
a
pot
to
piss
in
Overt
betrayal
is
not
forgiven,
I
do
this
For
my
niggaz
locked
up
that's
comin
home
to
lobster
livin
Helpin
the
cop's
forbidden,
bout
to
buy
momma
her
own
mansion
Just
so
I
can
see
her
pop
the
ribbon
That
Cali
bud
special,
so
special
I
held
the
blunt
so
long
Snoop
had
to
tell
me,
"Pass
the
weed
nephew!"
Fuck
rap,
I'm
the
wrong
one
to
get
pissed
off
Cause
the
pump'll
make
you
"Jump"
like
Kris
Kross
My
nigga
dead
and
it's
hard
to
let
go
So
I'm
blowin
on
that
wet
doe,
same
color
as
Gecko
We
follow
hood
codes
and
everybody
in
the
set
know
We
gas
'em,
fuck
'em
and
pass
'em,
what
you
expect
ho?
Say
'gain
won't
you
blow
it
with
the
best
of
them
Yes
yes
I
blessted
them,
blazed
up
the
purple
palm
trees
I
told
dem
don't
mess
wit
dem,
I
hold
dem
no
testament
Do
you
want
to
smoke
wit
me?
Weed
rollin,
G-strollin,
bad-mouthin
muh'fucker
Law
breakin,
pimp
slappin
niggaz
for
the
fuck
of
it
Hip-Hoppin,
ziplockin,
riprockin
gangbanger
"Thought
you
was
an
actor,"
thought
I
was
a
singer
Thought
about
ridin
if
you
say
you
wanna
hang
tough
D.P.G.
unit
sounds
like
danger
You
might
wanna
manage
your
anger
Hang
with
us
and
stop
smokin
on
the
same
stuff
Now
lay
back
on
the
law
This
new
weed
that
I
got
I
call
it
face
off
Cause
it'll
blow
your
face
off
and
that's
a
figure
of
speech
My
niggaz
a
beast,
on
me,
from
the
West
to
the
East,
preach!
1 Karma
2 I'm So Fly
3 Die One Day
4 Til the End
5 On Fire
6 Southside Story
7 Ain't No Click
8 Ain't No Click
9 Playboy
10 Warrior
11 I Get High
12 I Get High
13 Work Magic
14 Work Magic
15 If You So Gangsta
16 Warrior, Pt. 2
17 When the Chips Are Down
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