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DJ Zirk
DJ Zirk
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Otis Zirker
Otis Zirker
词曲作者

歌词

I'm so high
I'm so high
I'm so high
I'm so high
This shit is just too thick, so you can chill and rest yo soul
And put your mind up on cloud nine and hop on to this G-flow
New era so I dare a fool to test the Ruthless Click
It's on, nine to yo dome cuz you don't know who you fucked with
To a zame lame, please adjust the game
I'm warnin' you bustas, we strapped with them thangs
Bring your crews or clicks
Whatever you need, cause ain't no comin' back, bitch, I
I feel the rush to catch a splurge through your hood
Tinted, pimpin', loced out, smoked out, I'm legit, so it's all good
AC, dishin' out them snow-balls
Chrome thangs on the crushed-offs
Runnin' straight from the 350, make a playa vamp quickly
Off in the wind, I'm ghost, blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
(While we rap this trip to Hell, 'Mo) Blame it on the dope
Inside, is the thicken, if you hate, get off my dick
Just sit back and roll them spliffs
And get crunk and close your lips
Then, peep out the scene, let my dope invade and have you in a daze
Mind blown, conscience gone, cause we chief this hay
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
Chiefin' in the kitchen, thinkin' deep up on some gangsta shit
Mr. 187 'bout to stress to you, a busta trick
Count 'em down, when you fail, hate you, slip, I got that ass
Bet you understand about that **** down for getting cash
Then I get the dose and dreamin', knowin' I'ma ride clean
How them bitches gonna act swangin' on my ding-a-ling?
I don't bar the bitches, how you figure that you comin' off
Another **** run, I put that pistol in yo fuckin' mouth
Let that shit ya stressin' get to talkin' on my dick, ho
Struggs call me Mister cause they act like they don't really know
In my mind, I picture that my life gon' set this world off
Is it all a dream or is it me straight up out by the fuckin' South?
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, blame it on the dope
[?Drug?] has got me so damn high
Light as a feather, I flow through the sky
Break down the Swisher Sweet, roll up another blunt
I'm plyin' and chokin' the skunk
East Memphis ****, we clickin' together
Stack 'em like shackles, then we roll deep through the night
Ten thousand motherfuckers comin' at your ass
Breakin' you off, somethin' proper like Mike
Tyson, with upper cuts, splittin' your wig
Your dome and jabbin', Muhammad Ali
Breakin' the style to send the crowd wild
Trend setter like Mr. Tinimaine, you see
Rushin' the door by the threes
Me and Lil Kane and Primo laid 'em down on the floor
Big Mike and Tim and Lil Yo had came through the back door and they grabbin' the money and dope
Richard, and Zirk and Lil Flipper, they hop in the minivan, cockin' they Glocks to get fee
Red Dog alerted Z, hid round the corner
We jump in the Delta and vamp to the East
Sittin' at the table, we chill, smokin' big blunts, laughin', dividin' the loot
Campaignin', sippin' champagne and all of a sudden we heard the polices (Don't move)
Everybody grabbin' straps, then shootin' at the police, don't worry, they got on they vest
Buckin' they head and they legs and they arms and I'm killin' 'em, how in the fuck they gon' test?
****, they hip for them G's
I can't give this shit up the easy
Bury me if you can, under my roof
The truth, I never would lose, by setting the rules, you never can gets me, damn fool
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Blizzo, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
Written by: Otis Zirker
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