Cypress Hill - Highlife Lyrics
[b-real]I rolled you up like my rizlaCut you up, with my sistersYou wanna get us - yeah, the venom spittersYour styles trash: dont litterYou got the jitters the hardhittersNo quitters your soul quiversWhen you see the gats blazin, get out the street nowThere aint no use for you beggin to turn the heat downYou label me coldbloodedYou wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thuddedYou cant cut itYou wack, but its - no use your mouth shut itShootin arrows diamond-studded, and still buddedYou got to love it, you better chase the paper all daySo you can walk down the long platinum hallwayBut now the fools are minutemade;They get played for a minuteThen played out they never get back in itGun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floorYou got hit by the 4-4![chorus: b-real]Youre in the game called life, son - how youre livin itStreet corner kids growin up blowin upYou chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylightsBut in the end your souls lost, you lost the shine rightNever turn your back ever, on niggaz true to youStand alone for the cheddar - and theyll be through with youThe highlife; yeah, the highlifeThe highlife; yeah, the highlife[b-real]You gotta hang out with b. reezy, and take it easyIts gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat meThats when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticketAnd still kick it hardcore Im runnin real with itNiggaz getting softcore, the people want moreHardcore shit thats why I give them an encoreCurtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin itYou cant figure out the formula so youre stealin itCant stand unoriginal cats with minimalSkills thats criminal - you fake *****es!Youre lookin for riches, in the wrong placesThe faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breathWhen you fall feel your knees shatterThe bones breakin with your weak blatterPissin on yourself it dont matterDead weight, the bed waits for you on the set dateDreams gone instead fate didnt hesitateTo put you away, close the gates now youre locked outYour life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)What you good for? nothin, so be gone suckersHave a nice trip see you mother*****ers![chorus][sen dog]I live for the highlife, get my mind right***** the fame, the game and the limelightsFools that be out there tryin to duplicateBut they cant match the aura, cant impersonateSee the first things that comes to pass, is the blastOf the cypress hill weed funk blazin up a pathYou cant help, but inhale and get strongYou need that good shit all up in your lungsI live fast, and keep energy in motionJah bless, so I feel I been chosenBut I know, (? ) of he who conquersYou gotta come strong and sound off like thunderI check myself and make sure Im comin real tightRhyme for my fam, the gs and the highlife[b-real]The highlife - hah, hahThe highlife yeah[chorus]
