Cypress Hill - Highlife
[b-real] I Rolled You Up Like My Wristlers(?) Cut You Up, With My Sisters You Wanna Get Us - Yeah, The Venom Spitters Your Style's Trash: Don't Litter You Got The Jitters The Hardhitters When You See The Gats Blazin, Get Out The Street Now No Quitters Your Soul Quivers There Ain't No Use For You Beggin To Turn The Heat Down You Label Me Coldblooded You Wanna Warm Me Up With Hot Lead The Gat Thudded You Can't Cut It You Wack, But It's - No Use Your Mouth Shut It Shootin Arrows Diamond-studded, And Still Budded You Got To Love It, You Better Chase The Paper All Day So You Can Walk Down The Long Platinum Hallway They Get Played For A Minute But Now The Fools Are Minutemade; Then Played Out They Never Get Back In It Gun Park I Bring Chalk For Your Body Outlined On The Floor You Got Hit By The 4-4! Chorus: B-real Street Corner Kids Growin Up Blowin Up You're In The Game Called Life, Son - How You're Livin It But In The End Your Soul's Lost, You Lost The Shine Right Never Turn Your Back Ever, On Niggaz True To You You Chase Dreams You Want The Highlife, With The Skylights Stand Alone For The Cheddar - And They'll Be Through With You The Highlife; Yeah, The Highlife The Highlife; Yeah, The Highlife [b-real] You Gotta Hang Out With B. Reezy, And Take It Easy It's Gettin Greasy, I Had To Learn How To Beat Me That's When You Go For Dolo, And Get Your Meal Ticket Niggaz Getting Softcore, The People Want More And Still Kick It Hardcore I'm Runnin Real With It Hardcore Shit That's Why I Give Them An Encore Curtains Opened, You See The People Applaud Feelin It You Can't Figure Out The Formula So You're Stealin It Can't Stand Unoriginal Cats With Minimal Skills That's Criminal - You Fake Bitches! You're Lookin For Riches, In The Wrong Places The Faces Of Death Look You In The Eye Cut Off Your Breath When You Fall Feel Your Knees Shatter The Bones Breakin With Your Weak Blatter Pissin On Yourself It Don't Matter Dreams Gone Instead Fate Didn't Hesitate Dead Weight, The Bed Waits For You On The Set Date To Put You Away, Close The Gates Now You're Locked Out Your Life: Cable, With All The Porn Channels Blocked Out (damn!) What You Good For? Nothin, So Be Gone Suckers Have A Nice Trip See You Motherfuckers! Chorus I Live For The Highlife, Get My Mind Right [sen Dog] Fools That Be Out There Tryin To Duplicate Fuck The Fame, The Game And The Limelights But They Can't Match The Aura, Can't Impersonate See The First Things That Comes To Pass, Is The Blast Of The Cypress Hill Weed Funk Blazin Up A Path You Need That Good Shit All Up In Your Lungs You Can't Help, But Inhale And Get Strong I Live Fast, And Keep Energy In Motion Jah Bless, So I Feel I Been Chosen But I Know, (?) Of He Who Conquers You Gotta Come Strong And Sound Off Like Thunder I Check Myself And Make Sure I'm Comin Real Tight Rhyme For My Fam, The G's And The Highlife [b-real] The Highlife - Hah, Hah The Highlife Yeah Chorus
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