I'm like Method Man and Red Man with the swishers
Blowing chronic out my mouth while they taking pictures
I tell that bitch drop that ass like she hit the switches
I take the phone and take a selfie while I'm f*ckin' bitches
Now bounce to a nigga that know Dre and O'Shea
I kill that pussy like O.J. and no way a nigga gonna outsmoke me
I smoke more than B Real and that nigga Snoop D-O-double G
Throw up the Westside, even if your f*ckin' rag on the left side
Tonight I'm f*ckin' with you, two ice cubes in my cup
A little Henny, nigga with an attitude, what's up?
Yeah, six-four Impala and I'm outta there
Bitch riding shotgun, looking like a bobble head
Wait, wait, wait for a minute and let a nigga roll his blunt
If you still f*ck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition
When I say roll it up, roll it up trick
It's Aftermath, let 'em know who you f*ckin' with
All we do is smoke and get high
We be having slips, let 'em smell this shit
Thirty-five million and I still might sell this shit
Gray smoke, elephant
Look around this party, ain't this motherf*cka hella lit?
These niggas is zeros, we came with pre-rolls
Same niggas used to moving kilos, get high
Yeah, all f*ckin' day nigga
See me bouncin' in the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherf*cka tear up the store
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts, what a nigga want?
Pistol grip pump, ride with it in the f*ckin' trunk
California skunk, nigga this the funk
Top of the Roscoe's with the front, my Impala, get high
If you still f*ck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
The Game - Get High Lyrics
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I'm like Method Man and Red Man with the swishers
Blowing chronic out my mouth while they taking pictures
I tell that bitch drop that ass like she hit the switches
I take the phone and take a selfie while I'm f*ckin' bitches
Now bounce to a nigga that know Dre and O'Shea
I kill that pussy like O.J. and no way a nigga gonna outsmoke me
I smoke more than B Real and that nigga Snoop D-O-double G
Throw up the Westside, even if your f*ckin' rag on the left side
Tonight I'm f*ckin' with you, two ice cubes in my cup
A little Henny, nigga with an attitude, what's up?
Yeah, six-four Impala and I'm outta there
Bitch riding shotgun, looking like a bobble head
Wait, wait, wait for a minute and let a nigga roll his blunt
If you still f*ck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition
When I say roll it up, roll it up trick
It's Aftermath, let 'em know who you f*ckin' with
All we do is smoke and get high
We be having slips, let 'em smell this shit
Thirty-five million and I still might sell this shit
Gray smoke, elephant
Look around this party, ain't this motherf*cka hella lit?
These niggas is zeros, we came with pre-rolls
Same niggas used to moving kilos, get high
Yeah, all f*ckin' day nigga
See me bouncin' in the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherf*cka tear up the store
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts, what a nigga want?
Pistol grip pump, ride with it in the f*ckin' trunk
California skunk, nigga this the funk
Top of the Roscoe's with the front, my Impala, get high
If you still f*ck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
Blowing chronic out my mouth while they taking pictures
I tell that bitch drop that ass like she hit the switches
I take the phone and take a selfie while I'm f*ckin' bitches
Now bounce to a nigga that know Dre and O'Shea
I kill that pussy like O.J. and no way a nigga gonna outsmoke me
I smoke more than B Real and that nigga Snoop D-O-double G
Throw up the Westside, even if your f*ckin' rag on the left side
Tonight I'm f*ckin' with you, two ice cubes in my cup
A little Henny, nigga with an attitude, what's up?
Yeah, six-four Impala and I'm outta there
Bitch riding shotgun, looking like a bobble head
Wait, wait, wait for a minute and let a nigga roll his blunt
If you still f*ck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition
When I say roll it up, roll it up trick
It's Aftermath, let 'em know who you f*ckin' with
All we do is smoke and get high
We be having slips, let 'em smell this shit
Thirty-five million and I still might sell this shit
Gray smoke, elephant
Look around this party, ain't this motherf*cka hella lit?
These niggas is zeros, we came with pre-rolls
Same niggas used to moving kilos, get high
Yeah, all f*ckin' day nigga
See me bouncin' in the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherf*cka tear up the store
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts, what a nigga want?
Pistol grip pump, ride with it in the f*ckin' trunk
California skunk, nigga this the funk
Top of the Roscoe's with the front, my Impala, get high
If you still f*ck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
Writer: JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR
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Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.