Music Makes Me High (L.T. Hutton Extended Club)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Cheeks] One time! We bless the track, front to the back LB fam, Dogg Pound, we attack One time for the LP, LB Family come through, this how we do Group Home, Universal bounce once [Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks] Power moves to be made, rap game the trade Clown niggas gettin' paid, it's gettin' sharp as a blade The mind stays used, I stay confused, I'm steady thinkin' I got one dutch burnin', I'm already drinkin' Here to lay the real, I know the deal, I feel the envy But those that try to blind me, right behind me where my men be Dutches be burnin' soon as I let it scrap But skeet from Tennessee, give my main man dap Caught up in the game, black, can't explain that But longevity, that's what I aim at You wanna come through and try to test your fuckin' skills? Kid, I got the shit that pay the rent, plus the bills Send you clown niggas back to the fuckin' hills Me and my fam givin' competition chills For real, from the East to the West LB's all about cheese, now who's the best? Break yo' ass down like a pronoun On the road with me and my clique Tha Dogg Pound Throw your hands up, you wanna fuckin' toss? I'm that guy — Land of the Lost I'm a special, ordinary guy Love bitches and money and love bein' high One with Tha Dogg Pound, my brother Freaky Tah Music makes me high! [Verse 2: Canibus] Yo! The combination of Mr. Cheeks, Canibus and Kurupt Is enough to make the reels on cassette tapes bust 'Cause none of you fools is capable My lyrical will knock you on the floor like a mechanical bull Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs And go past the tongue faster than bullets come outta guns Who wants to be the one to get struck first? I bury they body on any other planet except the Earth! I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick-up! Make you put your hands on your head like you was doin' sit-ups Lost Boyz and D.P.G. causin' trouble We outta control like an involuntary muscle Can't nobody else smoke more than my team 20 pounds of weed and a gallon of Visine, yanahmean?! I fly the friendly skies whenever music makes me high! [Hook] I'm so high These tracks be makin' me high These beats be makin' me high This music makes me high (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound) Music makes me high And these tracks keep makin' me high And these beats keep makin' me high Music makes me high [Verse 3: Kurupt] Territorial game — what's ya name? Where ya at? I'm comin' thru wit' a MAC, I'm out to get my paper back You can't harm me, even if ya live eternal Get incinerated from this verbal inferno From what's created, get physically castrated I'm so glad I made it in a world where I'm hated Big-time gamer got the game orchestrated Kurupt be mashin' in Jags and Bentleys Imitated, 'cause you's an imitator, punk! Jump wit' Kurupt and get slumped 'cause I dumps Wit' no questions, or no hesitation, I'm bussin' End of discussion, as my adrenaline's rushin' Irrational, the Mr. Castro of the capital It's actual and factual fact, I use tactical skills To get me in the position to kill Get popped like pills tryna jump wit' da reals [Hook] I'm so high These tracks be makin' me high These beats be makin' me high This music makes me high Music makes me high And these tracks keep makin' me high And these beats keep makin' me high Music makes me high [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger] Yeah! Can I rock, huh? Can I rock my rhymes? The deadliest rhymes as lethal as land mines Time after time, I beat the hell out of a track Most definitely, I gets busy when we attack Notes, analogs, dialogues and formats Be on some ill type streets raps from way back As a child, I got wild wit' styles I need to shine all day and I rock the crowd I destroy completely, vaporizin' my opponents Be on it like a hornet, kick you dead in your stomach Doggone it, tell my why they want it so bad? Daz Dillinger killin' and peelin' caps back So get down! Tell me, I'll come around Get down! Lost Boyz and Dogg Pound I bet ya get to see, now tell whatcha gonna do? A tough guy can be a dead guy fuckin' wit' my crew So fasten your seat belt and see how hard it's felt Therefore, we stay hardcore — what else? What else? [Hook to fade]