Highlife

Artist：cypress hill

Songs Title：highlife

I rolled you up like my rizla

Cut you up, with my sisters

You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters

Your styles trash dont litter

You got the jitters the hardhitters

No quitters your soul quivers

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

There aint 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 cant cut it

You wack, but its - 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!

Youre in the game called life, son - how youre livin it

Street corner kids growin up blowin up

You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights

But in the end your souls lost, you lost the shine right

Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you

Stand alone for the cheddar - and theyll be through with you

The highlife yeah, the highlife

The highlife yeah, the highlife

You gotta hang out with b. reezy, and take it easy

Its gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me

Thats when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket

And still kick it hardcore Im runnin real with it

Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more

Hardcore shit thats why I give them an encore

Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it

You cant figure out the formula so youre stealin it

Cant stand unoriginal cats with minimal

Skills thats criminal - you fake bitches!

Youre 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 dont matter

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

Dreams gone instead fate didnt hesitate

To put you away, close the gates now youre 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!

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 cant match the aura, cant impersonate

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

Of the cypress hill weed funk blazin up a path

You cant 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, of he who conquers

You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder

I check myself and make sure Im comin real tight

Rhyme for my fam, the gs and the highlife

The highlife - hah, hah

The highlife yeah