Highed Up (Explicit) - Curren$y

Uhh Yeahh

Rest In Peace Pimp C

Fool

Yeah Uh

Some of my joints be tight

Some of my joints be f**ked up

But all my joints gon' smoke

So G's gon' get highed up

F**k all that sh*t you talk

You ain't got no Byzantine chain

Chutes & Ladders

Chevy's - candy canes

B**ches tangled in

My slang - pilot language

We assassinate them lames

Flash my high beams

Get the f**k up out our lane

Say Trade I swear this

Sh*t going how we planned it

Less a couple niggas 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**ch ridin' to that Biggie

Up to Texas choppin' wit big

Bun up out a meal ticket

Real niggas from my set know i still kick it

Others be like i don't f**k with 'em

That's why i don't f**k with 'em

I don't know why though

I ain't ever f**k with 'em

Would never do that to 'em

If i came up with 'em

Well f**k niggas

We roll up bigger than

You used to seein'

Smokin' em in places

You ain't used to bein'

This is trill ni**a season

Real niggas eatin' scrap

Get the scraps if we leave em

Yeah

Some of my joints be tight

Some of my joints be f**ked 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**ked up

But all my joints gon' smoke

So my b**ches get highed up