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I get high,

I get high,

I get high,

I get high

I get high,

I get high,

I get high,

I get high

I get high on your memory

High on your memory, high on your memory

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Everyday I need an ounce and a half

S.P., the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half

Listen kid,

I need a mountain of cash

So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave

I get high 'cause

I'm in the hood, the guns is around

It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbled me now

And I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if

I'm sober, dog

I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up

I get high as a kite,

I'm in the zone, all alone

Motherfucker case,

I'm dyin' tonight

So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as

I couldYou got beef with

Styles P,

I come to splatter the hood

I get high, high, high, high

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Aiyyo, I smoke like a chimney

Matter of fact

I smoke like a gun when a killer see his enemy

I smoke like

Bob Marley did, add to that

That I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's

Spit with the finishin' touch, get this, that

I'ma finish you before

I finish the dutch

I get high like the birds and the planes

I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged

I get a rush off the blood on the walls, you understand?

Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor

I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?

And I'ma never give a fuck, that's right 'cause

I'm better than you

I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high

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I get high, high, high, high

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I'ma smoke till my lungs collapse,

I'm from a era where

Niggaz 'cause terror over guns and crack

Where a dollar bill is powerful,

I smoke weed 'cause

Time seem precious and

I know what a hour do

High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'

With my real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin'

Shit, I get as high as

I could, 'cause if you see things

Like I see things that

I'ma die in the hood

Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you

I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue

And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die

This is S.

P., dump it in you, bitch,

I get high

I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high...