50 Cent - High All The Time Lyrics
[chorus]I dont need dom perignon, I dont need crisTanqueray and alize, I dont need shitNigga Im high all the time, I smoke that good shitI stay high all the time, man Im on some hood shitGive me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolateGive me a dutch and a lighter Ill spark shitAnd stay high all the time, I smoke that good shitIm high all the time, man Im on some hood shit[verse 1]Everytime I roll up, niggas holla roll up, and I tellem hold up,You aint gettin money you aint smokingIn my benzo, 20 inch lorenzos, smoking on indoHiiigh as a mother*****erI be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beefMan you better holla at meNiggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot upEverytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hoodI shoot the dice, I holler getem girlsDaddy need new shoesDaddy need perellis to look mean on 22sStash box, xbox, laptop, fax machine, phoneBulletproof this ***** and Im gone2003 suburban swerving, too many sips of hennyThe ds sick, they searched the whip and they cant find the semisThey was just harassing me cause they know who I wasSpent the night in central booking for smoking some bud[chorus][verse 2]Now if you heard I done started some shitIt aint because I be high (I be high, I be high)And if you heard I done let off a clipIt aint because I be high (I be high, I be high)But i- twist that la, la, la, laI get high as I wanna niggaGo against me, fa sho, yous a goner niggaI dont smoke to calm my nerves but I got beefFinna crush my enemies like I crush the hashishIf you love me, tell me you love me, dont stare at me manId hate to be in the benz clapping one of my fansLet me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see meIf you real my nigga, you know how to holla g-unit!Theres no competition, its just me,50 cent, mother*****er, Im hot on these streetsIf david could go against goliath with a stoneI can go at nas and jigga, both for the throne[chorus][verse 3]Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze ninesAnd have hoes in the hood sniffin on white linesYou dont want me to be your kids role modelIll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollowsHave shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shootBig blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his bootSit in the crib, sippin guinness, watching menaceThen oh lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he o-dogMy team they depend on me when its crunch timeI eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunchtimeYou feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gullySee if I wont leave your brains leaking up out your skullyI done made myself hot, so aint shit you can tell meNiggas calling me to feature, man ***** your moneyI aint hurting, Im doing goodI aint got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood[chorus]G-unit, are you readyG-unit, are you readyG-unit, are you readyNigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
