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Spice 1

Genres: Hip-Hop

I'm High Lyrics - Spice 1

I'm high 

I'm high 

I'm high 

I'm high 

I'm high 

I'm high 

 

S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and crawl 

Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa 

Purple Haze got me hittin' the switches and rollin' bats up 

With some niggas who don't want to put the gats up 

I'm high til I kick the bucket 

Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and I'll 

Smoke it with the dead niggas 

Light it up like the Fourth of July 

Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high 

I get tired and ? pussy 

And niggas know I got to smoke about half ounce, before I flow 

It ain't no ? in my zig-zag, I roll my blunt 

There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt 

To get the sticky ass green shit, shut 'em down 

You can find a little chron' spot in every town 

Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block 

Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper 

I'm addicted to the THC, gettin' fucked up 

Leave your doobies around they gettin' sucked up 

Lungs like a motherfuckin' vacuum cleaner 

Mobbin on the fine Betty's smokin' out the Beamer 

Just call me Dr. Bomb from the Bay 

Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an A.K. 

Kick back lay back and throw them feet up 

Sometimes I want to roll, a whole fuckin' tree up 

I break it down, halves and O's 

Smoking mold in a broke down sixty-four 

And ain't no nigga in the world that can out smoke me 

The mothafuckin' chronic addict S-P-I-see-E 

Bill Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale 

But I'm gonna cough a fuckin' lung up for niggas in jail 

 

I'm high 

I'm high 

I'm high 

I'm high 

 

Smokin' pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies 

Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me 

It's the see-H-are-O-N-I-see 

? with ? about a quarter to three 

About to loc the fuck up 'cause the Fed hit the weed zone 

And niggas tryin' to sell me backyard homegrown 

I need the motherfuckin' bomb break down the bail 

Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail 

Mr. Endo smoked 'em all 

Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl 

Suckin in weed smoke with my nose 

Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twenty-four 

It's puff puff pass 

Nigga quit fuckin' the weed or I'ma bank on your bitch ass 

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