Highed Up Lyrics

Uhh. Yeahh.
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f***** up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
f*** all that s*** you talk,
You ain't got no Byzantine chain,
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
b****** tangled in my slang - pilot language
We a**assinate them lames
Flash my high beams
Get the f*** up out our lane
Say Trade, I swear this s*** going how we planned it,
Less a couple n***** though, I ain't really trippin' though
See 'em when we see 'em
Send 'em bottles and a couple hos
Spread love is the Jet way,
All day, me and my b**** ridin' to that Biggie
Up to Texas choppin' with big Bun up out a meal ticket
Real n***** from my set know I still kick it
Others be like I don't f*** with 'em,
That's why I don't f*** with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever f*** with 'em
Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
Well f*** n*****.
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
This is trill n**** season,
Real n***** eatin', scrap,
Get the scraps if we leave em.
Yeah
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f***** up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f***** up
But all my joints gon' smoke so my b****** get highed up