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High Music

アーティスト:J.R. Writer  アルバム:History In The Making 

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Uh, DipSet It go cop a pie, cop a brick Cop an ounce, cop a nick Get the yay and get away If you say it's not that piff Make ya lighter flick Let's get high as shit Spark that blunt If its crack, smack, you backtrack Puff, puff pass that Dime put you to sleep That's what I call a "nap-sack" From a dub of that "yeah" To some bud, I don't care Put your drugs in the air I get left off of trees On a jet to Belize (we out) My first sess, I believe (was what?) Was some regular weed (okay) And had me staggering over Plus kept a bad aroma Copped it uptown, but called it "Arizona" It was gruesome you know I was zooted fo' sho Stuck on it 'til someone introduced me to 'dro Hit the stoop for an O On the move, on the go Then got the munchies, next move was the sto' Those were the old days, when I got so blazed But now the pimp switched, its purple and gold haze That had my whole days, so dazed Locked fade, no shades, okay, sitting in the OJs It's more like my music, roll and get high music Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it This is how I do it Till I get high, zooted, booted Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated] Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up Yeah, I met this chick, ooh Six-two, thick boobs, skip through Wrist blue, yup and J loved the way she switched moves But the bitch was just too crazy (why?) Haze, B? Not at all, all she did was


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