Must Be High Lyrics - Ruthless For Life - Mc Ren

Verse 1: 

These niggas be actin' like I fucked 

And didn't call 'em for weeks 

Like they wantin' a nigga dick 

In between they butt cheeks 

They staight bitchy 

Without their bleedin' and kotexes 

The villain that go to texas 

Nigga got a plan full of o's and x's 

What's yo' game plan? 

Niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me 

But yo' bitch be suckin' my dick, 

She be tellin me that you dodgin' me 

Like piazza, a nigga gots ta, 

Keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home, 

No lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone 

Niggas be thinkin' they makaveli, 

Tryin' to bring drama 

Soon as these niggas whoop that ass, 

You talkin' dear mama... 

But face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like velveeta, 

Lookin smoked out, 

Hitin mo' pipes than peter 

Stuck with broke hoes, broke ? ? and ? ? 

Pussies that they be fuckin', 

Used up and sideways 

Stretck marks for days, 

She about two-hun, 

Gotta get pissy drunk, 

To fuck her and have fun 

[chorus] 

These niggas and hoes act the same, 

Can't tell em apart, 

Always runnin 'round 

Lookin for some shit to start. 

These bitches run they mouth, 

Nigga, constantly 

All in mine, nigga 

All the time 

It ain't my fault 

That yo' punk ass broke 

Mad, 'cause you only got 

Stress to smoke. 

I heard that shit that you was plottin' 

Nigga you can try 

To fuck with mc ren, 

But you must be high 

Verse 2: 

Niggas be high because 

They workin 9 to 5 

But the villain be hibernatin' 

Wakin up at 5... pm 

You see them niggas be bitchy because 

I wont let 'em up on my team 

And give 'em a title like hakeem, 

I'm peelin' caps like tangerines 

Tellin' niggas I should 

Break 'em off chips 

Get 'em in clubs free 

And take 'em on trips 

Free-loadin' ass niggas 

Lose all they sense 

When they think they gon' floss 

Off my expense 

Niggas be goin' corner to corner 

Bringin' up the bill 

Askin questions like the popos 

Tryin to see if I made a mill' 

Then they take that weak shit 

Back to they home fo' pillow ? ? 

She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth 

But she want yo' ass to walk 

What the fuck you expected? 

Always bitchin' at me 

When she fuckin' yo' ass, 

Nigga she be seein me. 

Go look in the room, 

A costume, fo' haloween, 

Of that black nigga, you know who 

So you can live yo' dream 

*chorus* 

Verse 3: 

I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit, 

Tryin' to have some say 

Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't 

Give me no time of day 

Still livin with they mommy 

She babysittin' while you fuckin 

Gettin county cheques and money 

From them niggas that you dick suckin 

But nigga, why these bitches all in mine? 

Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time? 

Hoes from high school be wishin 

They coulda got wit this dick 

You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, 

Muthafuckin' tricks 

Now these hoes jockin' 

Like all up on my style 

You broke bitches, 

How you like me now? 

Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime 

If I said "drop yo' panties", 

Bitch you drop em in a dime 

*chorus*