High Like an Eagle - Lord Infamous, La Chat, Fiend

At the club we makin' hoes scream while them niggas shout

First we get hyped up mane, then we turn that bitch out

I stay high like an eagle

And I stay fucked up with my people

And if you get wrong, you know I’ma reach ya

And I see you (?)

Sometimes I just wonder, why come I commit all these murders when full of the

ganja?

I smoke up the sack and I load up the full metal jacket like I’m in a trauma

Drama, the drama begins to blow up, I’m corrupt off the onion

Indo blunts light buds, when I light up the fuse I light niggas in dungeons

That I place with the nina, the nina, I roll up a blizzunt as big as my finger

Watch as I choke off this spliff and rip up niggas like wars in Korea

Chief on the reefer that come from a hundred acres down in Panama

When the smoke fills my jaws I wanna kill bitches with chainsaws

Doc, I close the doors, the windows and get lost in the fog

The smoke is so thick in my room I can’t even see the fucking walls

Chase it down with a 64 ounce of beer everyday as a sequel

Then I want to go and murder some bitches with a 50 caliber Desert Eagle

Deeper, steeper, damn I’m full of reefer

Peep the creeper, I don’t like you neither

Nigga know you got that shit, fool, where the shit at?

Scarecrow, I get so crazy off da budsack

High, so high I’m gone (gone)

Fucked up nigga, I’m gone (gone)

Think I need ano-no-nother fuckin' zone

Roll up nigga, gon' smoke so much it’s gone

Everybody like to get high — we Cheech N Chong

With my people 'bout to go creep

Ol' big cadillac, got some rims on that deep hoe

(?) shit, I got (?) shit

I’m so high, I taught I saw a (?)

(?) for them P’s, they chiefin' marijuana

My nose be clogged up with that smoke, I love that greeny ganja

(?) haze and then I chase it with my pure

Now my nigga that’s V.I.P, don’t smoke no babbage about that here

I’m rollin', I’m gettin' my team, that money (?) inside of me

I’m high as hell and I’m groovin', gangsta movin' (?) start to bleed

Party up in my body, La Chat mane I gotta stay high

Smokin' rollin' dope and I ain’t gon stop till the day I die

F-I-E weed in my face keepin' me alive like hospital I. V

I’m smokin' by the bell, don’t try me, I’m the truth

You a L-I-E and I’m higher than a eagle’s ass

Pistol cocked when (?) my girl

My girl with her chiefin' ass, cheatin' ass

Alligator grin in my (?)

Happen to be the weed man gettin' off his pillow

Playin' dirty like the drums with J Dilla

KKK (?) don’t make me spray nigga

In the nineties is when I started blow, man

I couldn’t figure out where my money go, man

To the dope man, slash blow man

Got me paranoid, peekin' out my window, man

I couldn’t see it cause the Koopsta Knicca stayed fresh

Wrecked seven cars, no (?)

Laid back, caught a flash back

R.I.P Lord Infamous — say it

Sittin' back gettin' my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe

Grindin' weed and sniffin' snow, hittin' that dab in slow-mo

Funky Town is in my brain, got that Tanq, Tanq in me

Y’all niggas really don’t get high, y’all just do the shit for TV

So when I smoke up some more

I’m so damned, (?)

All my life been getting high

I could have cried when they asked me why

See when it snows, snows, snows

It suddenly change, change, change

It suddenly change, it suddenly change

It suddenly change, change, change