[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Busta ass n***as talk shit; can't back it up
Wound up gettin' served by Little Gin, don't give a fuck
Hiding in the bushes on yo ass 'till you come out
Cock my Smith n Wesson back, to yo mothafuckin' mouth
Bitch I don't give a fuck, see the police can't catch me
N***as on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Leavin' n***as shirts soaked, cause I'm full of that fire Indo
Drive-by on a ten speed, yo mamma looking out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that bitch to kiss my nuts
Rat..rat tat tat..rat..tat tat..
We leavin', n***as on they mothafuckin' b-izzn-ack
Claimin' you a killa, I can tell trick you on some shit
I'm leavin' mountains on yo head
When you think you can start to test
Playa, Lil Gin, I never get no fuckin' rest
Stop slippin' with that anna on yo chest!
[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

[Verse 2: Carmike]
Why oh why must I smoke?
Lungs filling up to the capacity *FFF* choke!
Ooh I got the flavor for a mothafuckin' blunt junt
Mistah Carmike comin' at yo azz, so just pass
The Buddah, straight contact, blow a shotgun to my nose
Me and Skinny, Gin ridin' clean sweatin' them heavy hoe
Aw rise up on the left hand side of Skinny
Holds up a quarter pound, damn them fools got plenty!
Of dope, green dope, my pretty boy smile don't joke
Bet you didn't know this is pimp shit Triple 6 Mafia Gimisum Family bitch
Junts we choke
Indo bud in my fucking brains
From the dealers, time to crank up that Lexus thangg
Skinny n***as on my right hand side
(Ain't no bud mane, gimme that yac)
Smoked out windows - bitches can't see who's inside
You know we fucking blowww
Blind from them smoked out windows
[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
So high (the time is), so high, so high, so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Triple 6, Gimi Sum, Triple Six, yes, I bless you
With a bullet point bl-izz-ank in yo fuckin' chest
A bullet proof vest save it for yo friend to put over his head
Cause Mr. P-izzn-aul shootin' straight for some dreads, I bled
To be in the Triple 6, this shit so fuckin' thick that I would die for it
Some like the killer Lucifer standin' behind yo back
With swords of war
The Gimi Sum Family, the Triple 6 too, you see
You be the enemy, you be's no fuckin' friend of me

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
I be like chiefin' high, fuck a dime
Quarter ounce on my waist line
I'm rollin' up blunts so fat, trick
Cheech he can't fuck with this
Take you a hit of that light green and shit
As we blowin' the dope while inhalin' the smoke
The Triple 6 Gimi Sum Family Click, we thick trick, can ya cope?
No man I can't go so no don't flex against my death Tec
With a boulvine motherfuckin' crazy check[?]
It's the Koopsta Knicca clickin' with the bloody deck
So I spliffs it, I'm guarded by the vapors that you chief it
"Junts We Smoke Part II" who don't let this be a death wish
[Verse 5: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Fresh up out the paint shop
Rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scatterrred out
Blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak, off this r-izz-eefer
This shit so fire my niggg! From the drive-by Indica

[Lil Buck]
Lil Buck up in this bitch
Swisher Sweets we chop and split!

[Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The Buddah got me so damn blinked, drink the Yac
Strike the match, fire the sack
Brains gone, flames blown straight to my dome
*achoo!* but no the flu, light green weed (papers) no sweets
(Gimme gun my nig, knock me off my feet!)
You do hear me though, I gave
My mama a gun through her
Nose, then it rushed her
Skull, then it bust her
Eardrum!, Uh! I'm higher than a motherfucker!
And I hate Bone- Thuggish Ruggish Bustaz!
The thicker, the rougher the ruthlessness
Hustler as I trip on this
Sk-izzn-unk now I'm cr-izzn-unk
With a bitch up in my tr-izzn-unk
So boy, you keep on talkin' that shit
I'mma cl-izz-ick kinda qu-izz-ick
Dump one bitch and met some hoe
Mane fire that dope up, shiiitt...

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