Jiberish - High Life Lyrics

I wanna rock shows
Cut loose with the illest flows
Fat hoes in the pantyhoes
Jumpin on stage
Rockin my set
Buzzin on the molly
To whole a crowd full animals
We cant choose the life we're given
But we can always choose the quality of life we livin
I choose to live it up
I'm going straight to the top
I'm bringin all the homies with me
If you like it or not
Give me a mic and spot
To spit my mind on the block
Colder than ice in your top
For all the time that i got
I'm reppin' Brissy City
With a pretty chicky
And you know that
Got my whole entire crew
Where the hoes at
Sex, drugs and rock and roll
I wanna party all the way to the hospital
You never slowin' me down
I'm rippin' it up
I'm living every moment given I aint giving it up, Bitch!

Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at
Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at

I aint giving a f*ck now
I'm up on a buzz now
We rock it above ground
Then sleep through the comedown
Yeah, Drunk and disorderly
Nothing says a good night
Like cops are escorting me
I f*cking love this life
I cherish every minute of it
Even ugly sides
I'm probably going to hell
For all the sins that i sell
And half stories I tell
And half the life that i failed
But f*ck it!
I never have no regrets
I'm living life to the fullest
And I'm cashing them cheques
A bad boy in a leather jacket
Mad in the head
They probably think I'm crazy
Coz of all the shit that I've said
I want the money honey
Just a little taste of the fame
I dream of selling out arenas
Have em screaming my name
My flows the illest
Spit the meanest
Stay the f*ck out my way
I'm here to burn through every city
Break the rules of the game

Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at
Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at

Shit
Not another rapper again
Another skinny white boy
With a pad and his pen
Thinking hes the rapper
As he babbles his sins
He records himself a track and hes

Oh shit hes actually really f*cking good
Oh shit
Yeah he actually is man hey holy shit
Oh my God
Yeah hes good
F*ck me
F*ck man I wasn't expecting that one hey
Yeah nah, neither
F*ck that was crazy man
Ah lets just do the chorus
Lets do the chorus

Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at
Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at
Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at
Who got the liquor
Who got the drugs
Who got the hookups
And who got the plugs
Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Where the bad bitch
In the tight skirts tarty at