High Rollers Lyrics - B-real

Loaded, dazed, confused 

I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed 

You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed 

You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke 

Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof 

Some say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs 

I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words 

Well, I'm glad that means more for me son 

I hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs 

They say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar' 

You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar 

Now I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam? 

You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam 

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We blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain 

It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain 

See, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me 

All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony 

Hittin' the blunts and bongs 

Puffin' those trees and leaves 

Comin' with E and Vic's 

You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light 

Sittin' up top of the world 

Gettin' on top of your girl 

Crack on those poles and pipes 

You know it's on tonight 

Roll it and pass the light 

You know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified] 

Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills 

They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills 

And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real 

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A retired weed head that need bread for trickin' 

Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin' 

Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets 

I jam like I don't know how to work the tec 

Nine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn' 

Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge 

Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin 

'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went 

Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled 

Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo 

Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs 

Tryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what? 

Hittin' the blunts and bongs 

Puffin' those trees and leaves 

Comin' with E and Vic's 

You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light 

Sittin' up top of the world 

Gettin' on top of your girl 

Crack on those poles and pipes 

You know it's on tonight 

Roll it and pass the light 

I semi automatically spit flows at trash 

Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half 

If I speak a little fast you get whiplash 

Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass 

Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed 

My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags 

And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high 

Got weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by 

Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly 

One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh 

How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes 

That's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test 

Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow 

Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row 

For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that 

It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at? 

In fact 

Hittin' the blunts and bongs 

Puffin' those trees and leaves 

Comin' with E and Vic's 

You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light 

Sittin' up top of the world 

Gettin' on top of your girl 

Crack on those poles and pipes 

You know it's on tonight 

Roll it and pass the light