II Tru - So High (feat. Layze & Krayzie Bone) Lyrics
f/ Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone[Krayzie]Roll another oneRoll another oneRoll another onePass the bluntWe be fiendin' for sticky weed, man...Roll another oneRoll another oneRoll another onePass the blunt, nigga(Hook)I wanna get high, so high[Brina]Nigga, first thing in morning 'fore I even get upI gots to start off my day to a fat-ass bluntStep out the house on the get-high-creep'Cause when I'm good and *****ed-upI'm a smash some peeps, and ain't nothin'Like smokin' when you're a foolFind the next, get a hot spot, jump in it 'til ya pullRidin' on the Clair, 'cause over there they can smoke itAnd while I'm on the topicHere's a shot to all that know me(Hook)[Krayzie]Smoke, smoke, smokeSmoke up the whole thing, better believe itThat's how we get weeded, so niggaQuit tryin' to budget your but'Cause it's a whole lot of thugs and niggas gettin' highSo don't go smoke a blunt, and you got a ounce in the rideNigga, come off that reefer, 'cause I go broke everytimeIndo slow blowin' my mindStill I proceed to hit that shit - it's wicked, stickySmoke one with your thugsta, thugstaAnd show me you can smoke with the thugsBecause I'm gonna get you highIf you wanna get higher, come rideI will fly you[Jhaz]? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that stickyNothin' but the Moet in my cup, the sticky packed in the bluntMy cap is too thick, so I'm constantly blazin' another blunt upWe smokes all day, when the sticky runs outGotta roll to the hood for a stress sackGotta get that blaze on still, gotta keep them wig-splittin' backBump these hardest tracks, rappin' on the album of the centuryThey the thugs that got it before these trues make movesAnd history, strictly on a mission to have a good timeFreestyles and rhymes, smoke dimesShots out to any true that gotta bag of this here, now[Layzie]Oh, how I love my green leaves, niggaGivin' nothin' but respect, and I really ain't pickyI ***** with the stress, but I got four-fifty on the best weedTonight, we gettin' higher than high, let's all get liftedP.O.D.'ded and tweeded, that indo needs to be seedlessSo you know I'm fiendin', now am I wrong for smokin' this on 'til the dawn?? in infamy done brought me back the bomb, and it's onSo what I'm a do is I'm a twist it up and hit the sticky for youSmoke and choke with II Tru - they keepin' it platinumMakin' it happen for the Land, smokin' and movin' as we speakTryin' to teach the world to be a thug in harmonyNigga, we keepin' the bomb-ass weedBlaze it up, nigga, what?Mo Thugs is 'bout the music and bud, equal love[Jhaz]Can I blaze, man?Pass me the Swisha, Optimo, Philly Blunt, or the House of WindsorTwist ya head back, snap, crack, inhale the smokeThen, pass it to the left, so the next man can tokeLoc, homie, I'm cool on that waterJust bring that sticky and this drink, do me fine, playa partnerMiss ***** the shit, 'cause you can't smoke for freeAnd naw, smokin' weed don't make a sister hornyIgnore the silly onesKeep on thuggin' for lifePlace the lighter to my blunt, 'cause it's time to get high[Krayzie]Call up my family, let 'em know the reason I blowCelebration, we done slapped the platinum back at you hoesSo, you know it's on (it's on)So, how my niggas had to show me, homieI'm *****ed-up 'til the morning sunlightLick and twist another Swisha soon as I get upAnd then right after breakfast puff another*****ed-upWonder if it's good for my health'Cause ain't known a mutha*****a that done O.D.'d on weed yetSo, bring your blunts and some Hen and some herbMy nigga, ***** what ya heardMy Mo Thug niggas splurge[Brina]Better learn to ? mo, much loveGot thousands from Cleveland to CaliThat's how we roll, follow 'emOnce humongous blow up even more, when we crash the showWe shuts 'em down underground, clown from town to townBring a box of fifty House of WindsorsWe about to blaze this pound of the real stickyBum rush in my lungs with a cloud of smoke, puff 'em'Bout ready to exhale before me mind blowE-Z Wider, Swisha, or Philly, don't matter really'Cause it smoke the sameYou know the procedure: two hits, then pass to the left when we blazin'All my trues who toke and roll in the Clair all day longWe some representers, bumpin' on these here thug songs(Hook)
