High As Hell Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

Phase one 

I grab the Henny and twist the top 

Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts 

I split the chalk with the dutch 

Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked 

Keith Murray's never smokin on babith 

Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage 

Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black 

I smoke two back to back 

I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms 

With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar 

Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell 

Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell 

I inhale a gray smoke full of tram 

Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM 

Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze 

Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose 

CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X 

Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop 

Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots 

Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights 

Chickenheads that circle the block twice 

If you chokin then pass 'cause it's not a game 

Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same 

They start actin strange and kinda erotic 

I try to tell her you ain't nothin bout no chronic 

Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk 

And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York 

Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe 

If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy 

So smell it from afar, comin from the bar 

Or rushin out when I open up the car door 

Whether home or party in a bag or a jar 

Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form 

CHORUS 2X 

I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, 'cause I'm not 

I'm just sayin that I smoke a lot 

Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott 

Or after the show in the parkin lot 

I only buy weed from a selective few 

'cause niggas is wicked and they will get you 

I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother 

She had extra weed so we rolled another 

No doubt, I hear you out 

Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out 

I'ma kite 'cause I missed the buddah spot before the flight 

And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights 

So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again 

You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken 

Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze 

Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose 

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