High All Da Time 50 Cent текст и слова песни

(Chorus)

I don't need Don Perignon I don’t need Cris

Tangaray and Alize I don’t need shit

Nigga I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit

I stay high all the time and I’m on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate

Give me a dutch and a lighter I spark shit

I stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit

I’m high all the time and I’m on some hood shit


(Verse 1)

Everytime I roll up, niggas I holla roll up

Then I tell ‘em hold up

You aint needing money u aint smoking in my benzo

20 inch Lorenzo, smoking on indo

High as a motherfucker, I be on the backstreets

Niggas know I clap heat

Homie if u got beef, man u betta holla at me

Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up

Everytime I pop up a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice and holla “get ‘em girls”

Daddy need new shoes

Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s

Stash spots, X-Box, Lab top fax machine phone

Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone

2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny

The D said they searched the weapon they can’t find the semis

They was just harassing me cuz they knew who I was

Spent the night in central booking for smoking some buds


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(Verse 2)

Now if u heard now I’da started some shit

It aint because I be high, I be high, I be high

And if u heard I’d done let off a clip

It aint because I be high, I be high

But I twist that, la la la la

I get high as I wanna nigga, go against me for sure yousa gonner nigga

I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef

Fit to crush my enemies like I crush the ass cheeks

If you love me tell me u love me, don’t stab me man

I hate to be in the pens for clappin one of my fans

Now let me show u how to greet me when u meet me

When you see me, if you real my nigga

You know how to holla “G-UNIT”

There’s no competition, there’s just me

50 cent muthafucka I’m hot on these streets

If David could go against goliath with a stone

I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne


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(Verse 3)

Now who u know besides me who write lines and squeeze 9s

And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines

You don’t want me to be your kid’s role model

I teach ‘em how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows

Have shorty freshin for stoop, ready to shoot

Big blunt in his mouth, duce duce in his boot

Sit in the crib, sipping Guinness

Watching menace then o lord

Have a young nigga buckin shit like he old dawg

My team they depend on me when its crunch time

I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunch time

You feeling brave nigga go ahead, get gully

See if I'ma leave your brains leaking up out your skully

I’d done made myself hot so aint shit u can tell me

Now niggas calling me the feature man, fuck your money

I aint hurting I’m aight, nigga I’m doing good

I aint got to write rhymes I got bricks in the hood


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