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I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high Well it’s the funk elastic The blunt I twist it The slammer five Buddha fine Funk on your desk, es’ Oh what you missed this You got to bear witness Catch a ho’, and another ho’ Merry Christmas Yes I smoke shit Straight off the roach clip I roll shit Fold the blunt At once To approach it Forward motion Make you sway like the ocean The herb is more than just a powerful potion What’s the commotion Yo I’m not joking around, people learnin’ ‘Bout what they’re smoking My oven’s on high when I roast the quayo Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale Exhale Now you the phunk of the Thai’ When I feel the effects I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high Disclaimer : Lirik lagu Wanna Get High – Cypress Hill ini adalah hak cipta / hak milik dari pengarang, artis, band dan label musik yang bersangkutan. Selu...

[b-real] Huh, what you want? What you want? Want you want from me? Tell me what, tell me what Want you want from me, huh? What you want? Want you want from me? Tell me, tell me, tell me dogs Want you want from me? What you want? What you want? What you want? What you want from me? [b-real] Want you want from me? Wanna live my life Drive my car, with my jewels, now you’re holdin my wife What you got for me — fame? Opportunity i guess that ain’t enough for ya You want the loot and weed What you need from me? To bleed and die quickly Here i turn my back here’s the knife, for you to stick in me What you do for me? Stab me in the back, preney Over little shit you do, pretty hittin in me What you done for me? Robbery, pray the po’ Actin like it was my homie, just a fuckin phony What you see in me? A weakness so you can damage me And dis-granite me so you can take advantage (yeah) What you need to see? The nina milli six-a, show ya how i don’t give a fuck about you You talk now, what you...

Verse 1: Sen-Dog You better hope I’m chained up, shackled with a yard I’ll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? You ain’t got nothin’ to say I been backin’ up east side LA, all day Blowin’ up the best techs, the best flex Havin’ the best sex, fuckin’ in Wessex The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw ‘Cause ain’t no other Dog breakin’ the last straw Chorus (2x): B-Real You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga ‘Cause you rollin’ with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles Verse 2: Sen-Dog I don’t bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up Fool, now you tremblin’, I give you three seconds To break out before you resemblin’ a dead man A ...