Tonart: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Verse 2
Dm
I flow rhymes off just like
Dm
Think you gotta win,
Dm
Spittin' on a track with
C
when you smoke a cassette
Dm
Or CDs, we bees the ones
Dm
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
Dm
C
Over my brain 'til it's saturated
Dm
Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause lungs get filled like
Dm
I don't give a fuck who sits
where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high
Dm
You're sittin' at home,
Verse 3
Dm
Is there a doctor in the house?
We like, fuck that,
nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
C
Dm
We can talk or we can slug it out
C
Better yet, you can bark like
Dm
your bitch when I dug it out
C
Dm
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
C
Dm
Time to settle this, like men
C
I'm pipin' hot, ex citing
Dm
Write a gem or hyping them, alright then
C
All day I drink and smoke
Dm
C
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat
Dm
Cent, five cents, ten cents,
C
Dm
dollar
Am
C
Rocwilder blend the track again, holla
Dm
Ask your boy, now pass your
Dm
C
Call Superhead nothing to throat,
swallow
Dm
C
Bang the track, bring your bat
Dm
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother
Verse 4
Dm
C
Dm
C
was a friend of mine
C
Dm
Cisco Kid was a friend of
C
Dm
mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey,
C
Dm
C
Dm
Poncho drank the wine
Dm
C
He drank whiskey,
Dm
C
Dm
Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
C
Yeah,
Verse 5
Dm
Sen Dog, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up
C
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Dm
C
Whole damn world know about us
Dm
C
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Dm
C
Get you vatos all fucked up
Dm
And sing along to my get high song
C
Dm
Had you choking off of four foot bong
C
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Dm
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
Verse 6
Dm
doctor
P-Funk or or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
C
This is my brain on drugs
Dm
Move out my way, cuz,
'cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump
shotgun (show over)
Look out, the highest man
Dm
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand
Dm
Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L
C
Dm
What you talking 'bout I ain't high
enough to start that party
C
Dm
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
C
Dm
(don't shoot nobody)
What, you ain't high enough?
C
Dm
Do I gotta jump out there and
Dm
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Dm
'Til the Park Ranger
call the firetruck
C
And said, "Hey, motherfucker,
Dm
what you be smoking on?"
C
Dm
I said, You punk motherfucker,
why do you want some?"
Yo, yo, yo give me that gun,
Dm
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
C
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight
get high tonight, bitch
Verse 7
Dm
C
Dm
C
was a friend of mine
C
Dm
Cisco Kid was a friend of
C
Dm
mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey,
C
Dm
C
Dm
Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey,
C
Dm
Poncho drank the wine
C
(Hell yeah)
Outro 1
Dm
C
Dm
C
Dm
C
Dm
C
Dm
C
Dm
C
Dm
Dm
Dm
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