High - Madlib, Freddie Gibbs, Danny Brown

«Just play our tape, cause.

live for the whole block.

right now»

«Cause we get all that.»

Indo, kushed out

Trillest nigga livin ever pushed out

Never finished college like my brother or my sister

I was in the crib layin on a kush cloud

Getting zoned out, eyes red

Momma and my daddy said my mind dead

They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due

Fuck you nigga, you gotta remind Fred

Cause I’m car-free, sucker-free

Remember when these niggaz wouldn’t fuck with me

But now I’m on the screen and these magazines

they be tryin to stop a nigga like «Smoke somethin G»

and «Can we get a couple grams?"Nigga hell naw

Unless you come in with the cash, tryin to tell y’all

I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog

So go 'head and take a hit of what I’m 'bout to sell y’all

I gets high

I get high, I get high, I get high

(I-I-I gets high)

I get so, blowed I can’t stand up

I’m in the bed with Elise and Amanda

Cause in my shows I make them hoes put they hands up

So they came into my room, they gettin rammed up

We trying to slam or what?

Because I’m tryin to smoke

So when I finish with these Swishers I’ll be down your throat

And two of y’all, one of me, three of us, should I hit my niggaz up?

Hell naw, I’ma pound them both

Cause this a one man job, ain’t no need for the crew

Two snow bunnies on the East what it do?

White snow in the crib if you need that too

Got some bitches and some bud, nigga bring that through

I gets high

Early in the mornin gettin high with crusty eyes

Rubbin on her mother, well you know it’s do or die

Hoppin off the porch, had to get on my grind

All because the trouble just copped to my nine

Back in the Caddy smokin Swishers with my nigga

Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor

Burning down basements, face it

Run a bus stop, I’m tradin hoes and you know we ain’t payin

Midwest, lovin all the dopin in the kitchen

Heatin up the house where your shit could come up missin

Dope fiend trippin cause he just copped a nick

But he say he can’t find it, but it’s right in his pocket

All day long, gotta get my guap'

Just put a deuce and I’m smokin on the tropic

On another subject, lights is the topic

Cause he talkin money so nigga just stop it

All day long gettin high on the low

Bitch snow bunny be sniffin that snow

Twerkin that summer, I really don’t know

Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed

Hey, are you okay?

You slobbin, you okay?

Is he okay?

Are you okay?

He shouldn’t have smoked that dipper for real

You aight?

Oh my Gawwd

God bless, man