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Some information about Can I Get High Lyrics Title: Lloyd Banks - Can I Get High lyrics Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Hunger For More Visitors: 8 visitors have visited Can I Get High Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Lloyd Banks I knowI ain t supposed to smoke in here But Mr. Bouncer Mandon t put your motherfuckin hands on me (Can I get high) - without you botherin me Everybody you see in here tonight s doin the same thingso why you keep player hatin on me? (Can I get high) - without you botherin me 50 Aydid you hit this shit? Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X That la lah-lahI be smokin Be gettin me rightI be loc n Them bullshit treesyou be rollin barely gives you a buzzme I get HIGH! Lloyd Banks I admit I got a problemI keep comin back for these doe-doe bagsand not your gnac or your sack of seeds I chillsit back on the sofa and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy loadyou can subtract some G s cause I m a smokertoo much of this to choke ya I don t mean to provoke yabut I m a bad influence A musician can t operate without his instruments My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced Haters mad they can t look inside cause I pitched the tints I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate The secondhand smoke ll make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment It s just one of them things that I do with my spare time My bad habits ain t privateso I ma share mine Chorus Lloyd Banks Now they put they hands outcause of the way shit bend So you niggaz ain t smokin if you don t chip in ListenI waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgivenI do this for my niggaz locked up that s comin home to lobster livin Helpin the cop s forbiddenbout to buy momma her own mansion Just so I can see her pop the ribbon That Cali bud specialso special I held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell mePass the weed nephew! Fuck rapI m the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pump ll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross My nigga dead and it s hard to let go So I m blowin on that wet doesame color as Gecko We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know We gas emfuck em and pass emwhat you expect ho? Chorus Snoop Dogg Say gain won t you blow it with the best of them Yes yes I blessted themblazed up the purple palm trees I told dem don t mess wit demI hold dem no testament Do you want to smoke wit me? Weed rollinG-strollinbad-mouthin muh fucker Law breakinpimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of it Hip-Hoppinziplockinriprockin gangbanger Thought you was an actor,thought I was a singer Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough D.P.G. unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff Now lay back on the law This new weed that I got I call it face off Cause it ll blow your face off and that s a figure of speech My niggaz a beaston mefrom the West to the Eastpreach! Chorus Hottest songs from Lloyd Banks : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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