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Correct High As Hell Lyrics
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Keith Murray
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Correct High As Hell
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Phase one I grab the henny and twist the top Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts I split the chalk with the dutch Had the hash in the greenery, then the l get sparked Keith murray's never smokin on babith Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of african black I smoke two back to back I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar Put visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell I inhale a gray smoke full of tram Get 3-dimensional visions like cd-rom Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose Chorus: repeat lines 11-14 2x Me and the funk doctor spot up top on the hop Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights Chickenheads that circle the block twice If you chokin then pass 'cause it's not a game Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same They start actin strange and kinda erotic I try to tell her you ain't nothin bout no chronic Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of new york Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy So smell it from afar, comin from the bar Or rushin out when I open up the car door Whether home or party in a bag or a jar Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form Chorus 2x I'm not sayin i'ma a pothead, 'cause I'm not I'm just sayin that I smoke alot Catch me in v.i.p. smokin with dennis scott Or after the show in the parkin lot I only buy weed from a selective few 'cause niggas is wicked and they will get you I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother She had extra weed so we rolled another No doubt, I hear you out Before I roll my l, I think the cancer part out I'ma kite 'cause I missed the buddah spot before the flight And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights So here I am in amsterdam gettin high again You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a heineken Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose Chorus
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