Highlife Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

(B-Real) 

I rolled you up like my Rizla 

Cut you up, with my sisters 

You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters 

Your style's trash: don't litter 

You got the jitters the hardhitters 

No quitters your soul quivers 

When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now 

There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down 

You label me coldblooded 

You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded 

You can't cut it 

You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it 

Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded 

You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day 

So you can walk down the long platinum hallway 

But now the fools are minutemade; 

they get played for a minute 

then played out they never get back in it 

Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor 

You got hit by the 4-4! 

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(Chorus: B-Real) 

You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it 

Street corner kids growin up blowin up 

You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights 

But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right 

Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you 

Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you 

The highlife; yeah, the highlife 

The highlife; yeah, the highlife 

(B-Real) 

You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy 

It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me 

That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket 

And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it 

Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more 

hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore 

Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it 

You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it 

Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal 

skills that's criminal - you fake bitches! 

You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places 

The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath 

When you fall feel your knees shatter 

The bones breakin with your weak blatter 

Pissin on yourself it don't matter 

Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date 

Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate 

to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out 

Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!) 

What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers 

Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers! 

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(Chorus) 

(Sen Dog) 

I live for the highlife, get my mind right 

Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights 

Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate 

But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate 

See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast 

of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path 

You can't help, but inhale and get strong 

You need that good shit all up in your lungs 

I live fast, and keep energy in motion 

Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen 

But I know, This of he who conquers 

You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder 

I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight 

Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife 

(B-Real) 

The highlife - hah, hah 

The highlife yeah 

(Chorus)