HIGH TILL WE DIE!!!

[prez]

Everyone throw down your tytest weed lyrics..

Nothing else...

[prez]

Purple indi, white rhino, got me high as a mutha fucka/
ill be banging bitches while they hit my cock like suckas/

so pass me the dro and let me hit the tweed/
we all got needs, and weed what i feed/
to all them fiends who spare greed for seeds/

i cant get enough, cant get enough/
and going wihtout you for a day is just plain tough/
so give me some love and ill bring the green stuff/

drop mo later boys

[DA 2JD]

gettin high on weed, better then speed
making my brain bleed
its da only way, too bad da cost u have to pay
stayin in da zone, cant tell da dif* from a ringin phone
probs coz im stoned
fuck dat, fuk da shit
do anything to get another hit
i mighten b mentaly fit
but da greens gives me da brains to spit


yo tihs aint tight, just here to ryhme bout weed
*difference

[prez]

Let the buddah sooth ya, take you to a higher place/
where woman run around naked like the playboy estate/
damn this shit tastes great, and if u got a bag ill match u a crate/
now puff on my indo, it's killer, the strians called fate/

Oh No, taking hits from the bong/
dont choke, real ganstas hold it in till its all gone/
30 secs, 1 min, shit im still going strong, turnin red now i got sweaty palms/ it's rupturing my insides, i guess thats why they call it the bomb/
and when i pass on, god let me see only green thangs and mami's thongs/

so this songs to you my love, MARY JANE/
without your help a ganstas couldnt live sane/
just like a crain, elevating my brain, the answers to simple and plain/
SMOKE WEED AND MAINTAIN/

COMIN FELLAS" You should smokes with me

[crackhed]

haha this is the real shit right here


first off id like to give thanks to the inventor of dank
for given us something to take
its better then heroin, coke and crank

so i packed the bowl, ready to lose control
one two three four five
startin to feel alive
my mind gets fuzzy, i shake uncontrolably
this what its like to be free
AHA im gettin the strobe light....effect....no use to fight it
ill just ride it

uh oh times just stops, from the magical crops
i aint neva gonna stop, till i drop

[prez]

Let me take that dank of your hands/
before u get to high and we need to call the ambuilence/
im so messed up i told my dawg to turn up g-unit bands/

my girl mary jane told me shes got some good crunk/
i flipped of the set, leaped off of my junk/
to the back hood of her trunk/
where i found me some fresh purple skunk/

damn bitch u lookin fine tonight, hook me up wit a "o" bag/
turned to my nigga, "yo pull out ths zig-zags"/
now we choose out of 3 different hotboxable jagz/ (jagz=car)

we went cruizin' but in 10 mins got pulled over/
windows so tinted, shit couldnt see my own dawg over my right shoulder/
nows the funniest part, all the cop said was "NIGGAS LET ME IN, SCUTCH OVER"/

[prez]

whuts up boys? does non of u smoke the green or some shit?

[Press'D]

I like to smoke that green to a point it seems that the two phat blunts
just wasnt enough to satify me/so i try to find that pine that gets me high
when i drive,my red eyes jump outta socket just to climb to clowd nine
my mind tries to drive away from the label crazy congrats eminem you
got tha same tree that was gonna name me shady

[kL!k4kL!k]

Smoke the weed till my eyes bleed, shit making me paranoid, lookin behind me...
Kids sayin its fine see, but i couldnt, cuz my pupils dialated so tiny...
Crack lick break roll the directions werent stated in text...
But i still got so high my life was imatated perplexed...
Laced with something because i was hallucinating seein lights colored red and blue...
Till my boy screamed, ya not seeing invisable things, thats the cops chasing you!..
Cottonmouth took its toll, beat saliva and took control...
Cooked a bowl and sat back there was no need to roll...
My senses dulled and in full the smoke polluted my skull...
Spent hours feeling the complexity of sweaters made out of wool...
Fuckin liars on the television saying weed kills as it follows my brain...
In my head i know my only loss from it, twenty dollars down the drain...

:shock: 1

[2 gunz up]

u can catch me in tha town
on my front steps jus burnin it down
could giva fuck if tha rollers come around
cause im bout mines an i aint never been a clown
if u aint heard my boys'll quickly let chu know
i dont drink i smoke dro
till my eyes turn red an my lids drop low
tha only thing in life i stress// is a piss test
an even then ion care long as my mom dont know
everythings a go!!!
hop in tha scraper head to spot
where niggas burn pot
tha color of snot
wait till they hand me tha blunt an i dive on it
b4 these niggas realize i aint got 5 on it

hahaha GUNZ UP!!

[Press'D]

i blaze along wit da rest known to smoke tha best
no homegrown bullshit i test before purchase i guess
im like a Gnome that goes anywhere blunts are rolled
anytime ill smoke still and always broke on this block
if i didnt have to breath i'd packed my shit up and live
in a ziplock that shit would rock you know it would
but thats an imagination running wild but"i would if i could"
write a mutha fuc?in book on it,about smokin weed livin a life
hoes and ebonics,quakin bitches more drugs and electronics
sippin gin and tonic on the front row watchin the supersonics


just something i typed real quick holla

[INFORMATION]

I puff purple stuff or lime green till my mind seems on high beams//
With the right team, i'm tryin to get blowed you know what I mean?//
See above the heavens with a pipe or a joint//
or take it back to the past to see what Christ could annoint//
problems are buried due to tree's never surface to my elevation//
not from cali but in the words of bay area residents we be Hella-bakin//
dyme sacs to half ounces what I need to survive//
professional blunt roller in the midst of smoke from which I arrived//
In conclusion I puffed heavenly and was or is fond of smoke//
Never choke former iron lung leavin weed cyphers broke//

[PLAYBOYBLAZE]

prior to a battle i done drank up all of my act right
grab dat sticky icky and simply ignite tha glass pipe
cuzz in cali paperz get lost before it hits last night
its time to light this up like im stuck at a campsite
my slashed eyes are signs of packin anotha fatty
ill gladly grab da blueburries and scurry off to da caddi
wutchew mean am i happy, i spark redhairs until im impaired
i sit there n start to doze burying ma nose in some bitches hair
but hoes dont care so ill light a square to bring in my second wind
thats when i get a message with, 'hey blaze its time to be checkin in!'

[prez]

PBB and K4K hot shit boys.

Ohhh Nooo, where'd i stash my joint/
i wanna get blazed, every dawg has there breakin' point/
It must be around, greens gotta be found, number 1 strain, dealer said it's renowned/
Alright calm down, I told my self, just try to remember/
searched my whole room with anger, now's about the time i lost my temper/
Ran to my bro's room, "WHERE THE F*U*C*K IS IT?"/
He does'nt blaze, but loves to fuck with my business/
I tore up the livin' room, ripped up the kitchen/
still no luck, maybe i should call you in missin'/
The whole time i looked, and i could always smell you near/
placed my fingers on my temples, and relized the joint was resting on top of my ear/

tru story haha

[Illtacticts]

im constantly smoking weed like its~my~hobby,im tyrna feel fucked up like whitney~and~bobby/
don't smoke babbage only shyt with~colors,got me seeing more tricks than than the ringling~brothers/
you can catch me on the block sunny~or~not,i got what you need if you like~it~than~cop/
im black but my eyes make me look~chinky,smoking on dro and taking sips~of~that~henny/
i do what i do to stimulate~my~mind,don't got a job but money to spend so i can~get~high/
try to sell me some dirt niga~hell~naw,imma show you what hurts niggas~breaking~ya~jaw/
im happy now cause im heavliy~weeded,about two more lungs is what~i~am~needing

[Dan K]

alcohol, crack, X, and speed
all good but nothin compared ta the dankest weed
i wont hit it if its got even one little seed
but if its chronic ill smoke it by myself with greed
its what i need, dont ya -understand-
ima -younger man- wit a -hundred plants-
smoke so much youll take me away in an -ambulance-
bags weigh down my drawers til you can see my -underpants-
my favorite type of chron is the trippy green
smoke a bowl and instantly it starts hittin me
got me trippin, shit i thought that a tree ate me
smoke so much my blood type is THC
i smoke in my room, or outside if its *sunny*
buy a couple pounds just ta make a little *money*
you kids only buy *dimes its funny*
cuz when i smoke i dont stop like the *energizer bunny*

[Gangsta131]

High till we die, shit Ima be high in Heaven or Hell/
Which every one Im going to be blowin a L/
I take blunts to the dick like chicks/
Have you tellin all ya friends when you see the size of my nics/
Im bout ta get back on the grind hard I cant wait ta sell/
Cause all day long Im goin be facin L's/
I get high in the morning before I jumo in shower/
Then high again and again just give me a hour/
I can get oz's for 80/
Pounds we talkin shady/


I dont feel like rappin about weed no more.

[chinesemcee]

i love weed laced with 'tweek or cake', my eyes virbrate if i see 'seeds in shake'/
'time to take' hits outta 3 foot 'bongs', got homie's smokin so 'long' they hold lighters with toes like tongs/
and it's 'wrong' watching cash gettin 'smoked up', i'm 'doped up' but still i wana see my cash 'flow go up'/
so i push O's at 300 a pop, 15 for a G and an eighth at 45 tops/
and if u push 'pounds' then we'll be gettin 'around' to 3.8 how's that 'sound?'/
but still it goes back to hittin the ganja, got a name for ur peice, then ur down for marijuana/
cuz it sets your mind at ease, serves as the perfect release, just don't get the munchies or yo ass'll be obese/

oh shiii.....aiit i'm way to blazed to write this sht

[yuppivore]

weed weed weed, not such a need but a greed
had it since it was free, outta dime bags originally
from liam's dad john-ny, stolen while he was bubonically chronic-y
honestly i never paid for weed until i started to deal it cheap
200 an oz, in a day it was ghost and with 150 profit no loss
so for me, ive always bin surrounded by weed
and fat cash my fones smashed but fuckit surrounded by green
some customers turned friends call me a nasty weed fiend
but if they knew the horrid scheme theyd decrease theyre torrid steam at me
tho they dont believe in me, that i can quit fucken easily
coz i cant ride stoned and bikes are the fucken world to me

[buckshot]

i like to wake up in the mornin...and spark da roach
its dat same feelin dat u get..wen a fly bitch approach
i even got my own plantation
incase the dealer runs out..with no explanation
i roll it up, smoke it up
put it in a bong and watch the niggaz choke it up
and before i bang ma bitch
i roll a jam sandwich
on a really sad day i go for peanut butter jam sandwich
consists of good weed,hash oil and pollen
i exist in another mood, with cash thats stolen

[Pimp3Juice3]

it must be that time of tha month, cuz Mary Jane has got mah Green all red//
weed head, weed head, dont forget what we said//
if u low on loot, pick up dem nicks and dimes//
flipin through high times//
but if u rollin in cash, pick up dat hash//
dont be greedy pass ya stash//
rotation still stands, puff puff pass//
fuck it up and ur ass is grass//
weeds world wide, wanna survive//
spark dat green and lets get high//

[Press'D]

high til i die thats the way i am and ima stick wit it
its payday bags lows need to reup so ima go get it
type of smoker cant wait i get pissed when peeps say
here a blunts hit it once to just get a taste watch what
you say around me next time wont smoke a pound wit a g

[ka$inova]

i gets high til die, catch me in da whip puffin on a nice "L"
the smell of this haze had me on a dizzy spell

[A.bNoRmAL]

WTF :mad:

this thread was fuckin 3 years old

[GTech]

^^LoL i was wondering where da fuck these dudes were coming from

[ka$inova]

i gets high til i die, all day, even on a sunday/
this magical piff i speaks about is call dat hazey haze/

word is , its washed in dope,but i dont care though/
i can get so fucked up, i start hollerin at any chick yo/

sayin' ma c'mere, come chill & holla at ya beezee/
she'll let me smash it quick, itz easy as 1, 2, 3/

smokin this piff ,put me through some crazy shit
when the jakes found my dime, i was like pass that kid