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letra de now i'm high pt. 2 - dj paul

[hook: gangsta blac]
triple six, triple six
triple six, triple six
triple six, triple six
triple six, smoked out
now i’m high, now i’m high
now i’m high, now i’m high
now i’m high, really high
mane i’m about to shout

[verse 1: koopsta knicca]
hoe why these b-tches quick to jump to get they motherf-ckin’ head b-mp
i popped my trunk and then i blast them trizzicks with my pump
here because of the shit that a nigga had committin’
when i hit ’em from the night before
cause then i sworn i had to take them bustas to the morgue
so sweat is low i have to go out like charles manson
the koopsta committin’ evil shit with the mind of satan
a motherf-ckin’ hard lead, nervous in the head
and yeah it’s gonna be another nigga dead
twistin’ on my dreads while i’m loadin’ up my milli rounds
so we can gonna spray and buck these busta b-tches down
oh cause i’m really, really tired of hearin’ babbage shit
so let me hit them tricks and label this the crucifix
the koopsta’s from the ville, where the devil shyt for real
my type of k!lla leave you burnin’ in the cornfield
because yo god got you niggas think you d-mn hard
i break ya apart and have a ritual in the f-cking park

[verse 2: gangsta boo]
mask to my f-ckin’ face, i’m fiendin to increase my high
eyeb-lls is like red as hell, you b-tches better recognize
gangsta boo the scandalous that b-tch that call me so so thick
smoked out, loced out, playas all around but known as triple six
million blunts up in my mind, yeah my nig it’s campaign time
smoked up all the blunts and now i’m high, i’m on cloud nine
jump trick up and fool i click, yo get yo f-ckin’ body bust
b-tches bodies chopped in bits and guts and shit off in my trunk
str-izz-apped all the time because some evil shit goes through my head
bullets to your temple got you b-tches dead up in the med
bl–dy glock is c-cked and ready pop up on another hoe
hollow points will have yo b-tch–ss knockin’ on the devils door
b-tches, b-tches who’s back this, niggas, nigga blast me b-tch
pimpin’ … this shit because yeah b-tch you know it’s thick
on yo motherf-ckin’ -ss, claim yourself a lazy bee
d-gg-n’ all you phonky hoes, nigga you can’t f-ck with me

[verse 3: playa fly]
from the darkness of da kut; lil fly is on the f-ckin’ scene
chicken wing he got that blink, sn-izz-ow got me lookin’ mean
paul just scooped a nigga up, now we b-mpin’ part two
now i’m high, really high, what the f-ck you gonna do?
hollow p is in this hoe, b-tch you know we on that blow
chillin’ on the wall of fame and yo you know we tangin’ hoe
first i chief the bl-izz-unt then i hit that motherf-cking tang
gangsta v, fly with plenty blunts in that ponti thang
ridin’ in the ponti mane, blowin’ blunts of pimpin’ stangs
see a (?) of b-tches now it’s time for fly to speak some game
now i’m vampin’ from these hoes, indo smoke up in my nose
b-tch fly smoke them blunts and f-ck them junts
is how the story go
tanqueray, grand marnier, watch me roll a blunt of hay
dip it in courvoisier and chief it in you bustas face
now i’m high, really high, till i reach the f-cking top
party till i drop around the clock, this shit don’t never stop

yeah lil fly up in this motherf-cker once again hoe
shouts out to all my niggas in the spv, my nigga …

- dj paul

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