Uhh. Yeahh. Rest In Peace Pimp CFool Yeah, UhSome of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
f**k all that sh*t you talk, you ain't got no Byzantine chain, Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canesb*tches tangled in my slang - pilot languageWe assassinate them lamesflash my high beamsget the f**k up out our lanesay Trade, I swear this sh*t going how we planned it, less a couple n*ggas though, I ain't really trippin' thoughsee 'em when we see 'em send 'em bottles and a couple hos spread love is the Jet way,[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/highed-up-lyrics-curreny.html ]all day, me and my b*tch ridin' to that Biggieup to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticketreal n*ggas from my set know i still kick it others be like i don't f**k with 'em,that's why i don't f**k with 'emI don't know why though, i ain't ever f**k with 'emwould never do that to 'em, if i came up with 'emwell f**k n*ggas.We roll up bigger than you used to seein' smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'this is trill n*gga season,real n*ggas eatin', scrap, get the scraps if we leave em.Yeah
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed upSome of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ked upbut all my joints gon' smoke so my b*tches get highed up
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