Get High

Lyrics

[Intro: Biz] Califa Thugs Let's get high oh wee Somebody wanna roll one [Verse 1: Mr. Sancho] See I'm floatin' so high (so high) See I'm floatin' so high (so high) See I'm floatin' so high Holmes I'm not joking I got that indo sticky light green No steady smoking Califa Thugs scoping the scene No steady choking And if you're disrespecting the team We're steady loccing Califa Thugs and we're so high so high Girl we're in the low low Smoke falling out the lowride Puffing on fatties Hot boxing up in the caddy And all these hoes getting at me I'm with my Cali thug family We're always hustling and banging We're always cocking them thangs We're always copping that change And evеryday we're doing the samе thang We're really smoking Pop the top of the potion Got hoes by the ocean And we're gonna have em on that mo shit [Hook] We getting high, gonna fly Rolling up more blunts We all alone at the top And we got what you want That ? Sticky light green Hoes you know what I mean Scoping the scene with my thugs On that gangsta lean (X2) [Verse 2: Lil Bandit] I'm to the sky often, so high so high Keep it real man You really wanna blaze that green? Then I got what you want man That ammo light green The kind that's in your dreams The kinda sticky you wish for Yeah you know what I mean Califa thugs we rolling, choking At the mo inn This gat I'm holding Gripping forty's haters thinking they loccing There's no telling what'll happen After smoking some chronic Man I just might be on one Man I might just feel bionic But at the same time I might be real slow Like turning down the tempo Time to smoke another bowl I gotta give to the man who invented this weed With just one seed in the grown We'll roll you some sticky greens [Hook] We getting high, gonna fly Rolling up more blunts We all alone at the top And we got what you want That ? Sticky light green Hoes you know what I mean Scoping the scene with my thugs On that gangsta lean (X2) [Verse 3: Royal T] Roll me a blunt blunt Get high, Califa thugs till the day I die Roll me a blunt blunt Give me some sticky icky Give me some Mary Jane Baby come on make it quickie I'm Royal T, give me chronic I don't mean to be picky But I'm paid and rich I only pay for the sticky Hop in the impala baby And we can go for a ride Bumping lil rob that natural high [Bridge: Biz] You're so good up in my chest Oh wee no stres I wanna fly On a natural high Give me a bong, zig-zag or a optimal So me and baby girl Hit some chronic smoke And when it's all gone I wanna get some more Let's smoke Come on let's smoke babe On a natural high, oh wee Give me what I want, some weed I wanna smoke some chronic weed Yeah, oh let's smoke Oh let's smoke