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Cypress Hill

Highlife (Fredwreck Remix)

 

Highlife (Fredwreck Remix)


[B-Real:]
You wanna stop what I feel, block what I feel
Keep a nigga from living on top of the hill
All you envious, dangerous, scandalous haters
You can't fade us or eliminate us to get famous
You want the limelight (Light), so get rhyme tight (Tight)
But you want the high life overnight
Bitches, cars, jewels, cheddar
But when have you ever paid dues? I think never
It took me a few years, so lookie over here
So you could learn something and become rookie of the year
MVP, VIP, chilling on MTV and BET
You wanna be a winner, beginner? Study your artform
I get the mic warm 'til I leave the mic torn

[Kurupt:]
In the inkling of a second, you'll find him behind screens
Seen scope, beam, rope, rabble shifted
Hit up, bent backwards, split up, lifted
Two to the chest and his torso twisted
Gangstas is back and out there
Watching like eagles, nigga
Legal or illegal, you and my peoples together or not
We get high like seagulls, nigga, rolling in Regals, nigga
See, yeah, I know you, I've seen your type before
You all bark and no bite, I've seen your type before
I'ma show you something though, I keep it G
See the Chucks (Laced up), khakis (Sharp crease)
Talking 'bout, "Damn, nigga, you hard to find"
And acting like I ain't gotta work hard for mine
Like shit's given to a motherfucker for free
Be independent, motherfucker, like B-Real and me
Talking 'bout the high life

[B-Real, Sen-Dog:]
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path)
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path)

[Baby S:]
Mr. Draw on a Mark, take this rap shit serious, brah
And represent 'cause see no fear in this brah
I got broads who ain't odd as y'all
I got homies in the pen' with more hoes than y'all
And what can I say, it's just another motherfucking day
Interior motive movements of you niggas acting gay
I ain't tripping my foes, 'cause all of 'em hoes
That's fully exposed, you niggas like some cum on your clothes

[King T:]
We talking 'bout the high life, niggas ain't talking 'bout Miller
Just another life appropriate for a killer
T-La straighten it out, that nigga got scrilla
Wait, back up, pull some cash out, nigga
Bitches get tossed and turned, when I floss and burn this hydro
Bitch, try some Tae Bo to catch the feeling
When I was in the Hub drug dealing
I did it by night, with my mic, living the high life

[B-Real, Sen-Dog:]
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path)
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path)

[B-Real:]
You scoping, hoping for a light to open
Nigga, you gotta be high and joking, your plan's broken
Six size timeless flows, you spineless hoes
Gotta raise up, pays up, or get blazed up
Reel in Kurupt, will it erupt for a minute, Lieutenant
You wanna get in it, then don't get offended
'Cause all I wanna do is celebrate the brain
So niggas like me and you be winning in the game
While you're running for the fame, you're followed by the flame
But it's all good 'cause you lame niggas stay the same

[Kurupt:]
We live the high life, high times, new zone, new licks
New shit, toothpicks, two clips extend
They can't stand the force, overhand the force
Expand the force of eleven
Cannons, Berettas shredding through leathers and sweaters
Sign extinction, so slow down, baby
'Cause believe me, baby, it can go down, baby
Man, I'm out this shit
We just can't live with it and we can't live without this shit
The motherfucking high life, punk bitch

[B-Real, Sen-Dog:]
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path)
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path)

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