Proof - High Rollers - Sözleri

[B-Real]


Loaded, dazed, confused..





I'm in the Esco' rollin the crisp weed


You know that I'm never ever blazin the Bush weed


You know you're on cloud nine fuckin with me duke


Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof


Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs


I'm gettin high every time that you speak your words


Well I'm glad that means more for me son


I hit the bong so hard they call me green lungs


They say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"


You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar


Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam?


You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam


We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strain


It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain


See I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for me


All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony





[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, Proof]


[BR] Hittin the blunts and bongs


[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves


[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's


[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light


[BR] Sittin up top of the world


[MM] Gettin on top of your girl


[BR] Crack on those poles and pipes


[Pr] You know it's on tonight


[BR] Roll it and pass the light





[Proof]


You know your man's royal can be Ishmael {?}


Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills


They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills


And I'm the (Proof), got on my (Method) so (Be-Real)


A retired weed head that need bread for trickin


Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin


Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets


I jam like I don't know how to work the tec


Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'


Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge


Biscuits is poppin, ain't no stoppin like Hendrix and Joplin


'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went


Profit of coppin, most often is gobbled


Stackin my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo


Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs


Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?





[Chorus]





[Method Man]


I semi-automatically spit flows at trash


Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half


If I speak a little fast you get whiplash


Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass


Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed


My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags


And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high


Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by


Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly


One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh


How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes


That's kinda farfetched like me passin a piss test


Okay, let's (Be-Real), here's the (Proof), we need cash flow


Might catch me in the movies lightin up in the back row


For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that


It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?


In fact..





[Chorus]










		
			



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