If You Get High

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Vee] Back with some shit for you foos that bang And stepping my space and try to run up in my gang A lot of thing change if you trip like A whole new day and a couple full clips, right Maybe bust a lips if only go fists But if it gets worst, busters get hurt By a gang of young foos that's running Right towards your ass, all you hear is blasting and we keep coming That's how it's done cause we Going out insane like some little ass Gs [Verse 2: No Good] Mister boom-boom MC So won't you pad spit to the back Cause I'm ready to make your raise back, pow Kill enough, my fucking mind, it's real Cause I be putting it down while you foos be writing big wheels Melody, infinity, I'm killing foos like John Kennedy Just like that with that shit that's laid back Slow Pain, I'm ready to motherfucking die Foo this mission that you be onе nigga, so thumbs up homie This nigga known can put you down I puts it down like brandy, nigga I felt for you causе you felt for me [Chorus] Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky If you get high, if you're down to die Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky Open your eyes, recognize and realize [Verse 3: Pitbull & No Good] We also the shotgun to the sky I downs to die if that nut's down to die So roll up with lenyo and let's all get high Take yours, let's pump up, pull the trigger, good bye So now it's time to roll, [?] Rolling in my 9-4, slowly rolling with Slow The Baby OG going off the twenty-four drag A-K funky-seven, funky bitches and all that Like a motherfucking baller, street scholar Go, hit it, let your bitch scream and hollar While I line the budda and get's high Pitbull got that shotgun to the sky Mr. Pitbull loc, let me hit that bud nigga Cause I feel like bricking niggas off some love My nigga, Slow Pain, matter of fact Better fact, I beat that nigga down, we be some down raf shaft [Chorus] Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky If you get high, if you're down to die I said pump that and ride shotgun in the sky Open your eyes, recognize and realize Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky If you get high, if you're down to die Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky Open your eyes, recognize and realize [Verse 5: Slow Pain] The gangsters smoking weed in the backseat With a Tec-9 and a freak on the gangbang sneak Ten shot, tin the windows, foos I'm rolling undercover They got burning CDs, burning rubber Hitting dips, racing up the block Get my hood looking for a punk sliding, slipping motherfucker in the trunk Got a beanie on my face to cover the crime up Won't catch me slipping in a line up Hanging and banging with them baby OGs 3-1-0, 8-1-8s and the 2-1-3s Got my bag like a fat bitch's shadow City pigs on my ass so I stay low-pro The boys in my hood are always hard Chill funk kind of fit and stolen credit cards Anything for a fucking karma If you got beaf with my clique, bitch run up [Chorus] Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky If you get high, if you're down to die Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky Open your eyes, recognize and realize Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky If you get high, if you're down to die Pump that and ride shotgun in the sky Open your eyes, recognize and realize [Dialogue: No Good] One time for your motherfucking mind We in this bitch, my homie Lil Vee, my homie Pitbull, and my homie Slow Pain putting us all down on this Shit, you know what I'm saying And I be No Good MC Foo, You can't fade us You think you could fade us, huh You think your clique can fade us Ya'll be some busters, you know what I'm saying West coast little baby, all day long