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letra de high times - black moon

[intro]
now who want what we got (sample from finsta bundy – feel the high pt ii)

[buckshot]
all you toucan sams follow your noses
f-ck around let’s smoke some sh-t and die chokin’
eyes still wide open
so i gotta close’em a little (what’s that?)
smoke on the doja a little
hit cali where that bomb bright green is lurkin’
but not so much and my head start hurtin’ (d-mn!)
pencil in my lead stop workin’
never thought i’d get this high
but i’m not certain
so i roll another spliff
and i… hit l!cks… now i’m…
nice & smooth like greg and i…

[sean price]
ayyo this weed is bullsh-t
feel like i’m decked in the grill
i shoulda chewed a ecstasy pill with stephanie mills
white broads, mushrooms out in beverly hills
high post’ gettin’ hеad in the ‘ville
yo, i’m on some iron mikе tyson zoloft
bustin’ her toes off
cop three plus some trees
how much do those cost
cop a brick of some sh-t
that’ll blow your f-ckin’ nose off
sean price a drug showoff, yo
[chorus]
i’m feelin’ high, so high
if you feel it then you’re ready for the motion (sample from finsta bundy – feel the high pt ii)
i’m feelin’ high, so high
if you feel it then you’re ready for the motion
i’m gettin’ high, so high
if you feel it then you’re ready for the motion
i’m feelin’ high, so high
if you feel it then you’re ready for the motion

[buckshot]
i just left dread on the corner
tell her meet me, have it, you know
you know i gotta have it to blow
f-ck it
stay on the low but stay high too
n-ggas talk sh-t but they high too
slide with who
fool, it’s just me and my trees
this panamanian gold blows with ease
deez m-th-f-ckas don’t think i smoke a lot of chocolat, please
in the parking lot
stash from dee
smokin’ like the whip on fire
see i’m comin’ in a sweep i put the clips on tires
then it’s back to smokin’
let’s get it crackin’ again
words hit the paper
but this pen stabbin’ ya men
for tryina lace my weed
taste my weed
you gotta be fam
if not, taste them feez
[chorus]

[starang wondah]
i was smokin’ a bob marley (word up)
that’s where i met molly, b-x
soon as i seen her i was thinkin’ s-e-x
she peeped us when we hopped out of the gs (word up)
smoke was everywhere, she high off of e-x (aha)
tellin’ drew don’t drink and drive
i said “what is this?” (come on)
pass the hennessey and mind ya business
roll up a fat one and pass it around
we all high, we all drunk
know how you get down (word up, ma)
and don’t worry ’bout me lil’ ma, i do this
and what about drew, he got dough, he jewish

[buckshot]
i met a chickencluck, a hood sl-t
she cocoa-nuts (what up)
all she wanted was coke ‘n nuts
i’m like ma, all you need is a toke of da ookie, (hey hey hey)
huh, i ain’t even f-ckin’ with you weed groupies
i smoke green like i seen snoopy (what up, loc?)
and doc dre
my neighborhood weed gate be a block away
tyson bricks chop away
can’t get knocked by the coppers
or you get locked away
for more than two days (aha)
roll lye 42 ways (aha)
b-tches like shorty, you craze’
it’s all grave’
it’s only the bud i crave
and i don’t mean bud light
i mean that bud like haze
[outro]
hey rasta man, hey what you say
give me some of that sensei
hey rasta man, hey what you say
give me some of that sensei
hey b.d. man, hey mr starang
give me some of that sensei
hey rasta man, hey what you say
give me some of that sensei
(yo sean p, don’t lace my weed, son, for real)
i toke
no joke
you choke
i smoke

- black moon

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