Thugstaz Want To Get High

Lyrics

You could die, you could die You could die, you could die (what) Til the day I fucking die.. [Mr. Sancho - Chorus:] x2 Thugstaz want to get high, high, high Until the day that I day [Mr. Sancho - Verse 1:] I'm feeling like a (?) Having clouded up my mental I play my instrumental Feeling really so essential Hypnotized by the loveliness Maryjane insane in the brain I need her to maintain To uh, keep it all the sane The chronic buds that I be smoking Whilen I'm out lowking with my crew Morhafuckas talking shit Hitting the spliff I thought you knew Keeping it true to the chronic yesca Joined a couple homeboys for this fiesta Kicking it on the couch with a hyna With a bottle of cerveza Illusions on confusions leaves my mind into conclusions Never, never, ever gonna hesitate When I drink the proper fuze Into the brain take control All the lyrics that I flow Feedin smoke into my soul Bust a mack upon this hoe Don't let go Smoke another jay and work her slow Speed it up just a bit to reach the point of no control I'm getting high, high, high That's right getting high, high, high [Mr. Sancho - Chorus:] x2 Thugstaz want to get high, high, high Until the day that I day Thugstaz want to get high, high, high Until the day that I day Blazing up the jay Blazing up the blunt Smoking up the bong And getting what you want Blazing up the jay Blazing up the blunt Smoking up the bong And getting what you want [Mr. Sancho - Verse 2:] Come on and take a walk Through the cloudiness of my mind It's the yesca fucking it up in my brain In a matter of time Ain't no crime committed I grab the joint and hit it split it in half Pack it in a pipe Fire it up The jay's a memory of the past Smoke it and I can still continue Mouths feeling dry and (?) Grabbing a glass of water to chill We kill all the time that I want to kill And still feel relieved Like a success for robbery to a thief Or a high jacking perfectly I just need ya', know that I eat and I go I'm out the door cuz you know that it's forsure Forsure, forsure, forsure Estoy listo fumando la mota mi stilo Con una botella de pisto "Con permiso, quieres un toque?" Pero la hyna no quiso Un paraiso que no quisistes mirar Me pones que quieres tirar Vas a amar el humo que te hace llorar Illumine on the jay Illumine on the blunt Disfruta todo el humo And get in what you want High, high Up in the city doing time Incarceted, faded Cus I be blowing smoke all up into my mind Find all of the magic I possess Chronic smoke up in my chest Yes I must confess Maryjanes have always been the best [Mr. Sancho - Chorus:] x2 Thugstaz want to get high, high, high Until the day that I day Thugstaz want to get high, high, high Until the day that I day Blazing up the jay Blazing up the blunt Smoking up the bong And getting what you want Blazing up the jay Blazing up the blunt Smoking up the bong And getting what you want [Mr. Sancho - Verse 3:] Got a joint in my hand And I'm clouding up the land Getting eerie ass fuck And I don't give a damn Got another one in my clear And a $20 sack Hear a knock at the door So I hide it behind my back It's just my homeboys Coming in with they chrome toys Bringing they own sac Chugging a bottle up with a joint We always prepretrate And we never hesitate The jura never trips Cus we never instigate It's the yesca fucking it up in my brain I never feel no shame Cus I need it to maintain, maintain, maintain Toking and toking and toking and hold it in It fucking burns Hurting like a bitch but it's cool I keep it firm Yeah, I'm getting high Yeah, I'm getting high Til the day I fucking die Til the day I fucking die Til the day I fucking die