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lirik lagu 50 cent - can i get high

[lloyd banks]
i know, i ain’t supposed to smoke in here

but mr. bouncer man, don’t put your motherf-ckin hands on me

(can i get high) – without you botherin me

everybody you see in here tonight’s

doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?

(can i get high) – without you botherin me

[50] ay, did you hit this sh-t?

[chorus: g-unit – repeat 2x]
that la lah-lah, i be smokin

be gettin me right, i be loc’n

them bullsh-t trees, you be rollin

barely gives you a buzz, me i get high!

[lloyd banks]
i admit i got a problem, i keep comin back for these

doe-doe bags, and not your ‘gnac or your sack of seeds

i chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees

and roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe

i blow a heavy load, you can subtract some g’s

cause i’m a smoker, too much of this to choke ya

i don’t mean to provoke ya, but i’m a bad influence

a musician can’t operate without his instruments

my recent success rapidly got your b-tch convinced

haters mad they can’t look inside cause i pitched the tints

i enter the club with baggies of that chocolate

the secondhand smoke’ll make a n-gg- wanna start sh-t

sometimes i think bout where the n-gg-z from the start went

raise up a lighter and f-ck up the whole apartment

it’s just one of them things that i do with my spare time

my bad habits ain’t private, so i’ma share mine

[chorus]

[lloyd banks]

now they put they hands out, cause of the way sh-t bend

so you n-gg-z ain’t smokin if you don’t chip in

listen, i waited long for these rocks to glisten

from that one-room pad without a pot to p-ss in

overt betrayal is not forgiven, i do this

for my n-gg-z locked up that’s comin home to lobster livin

helpin the cop’s forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion

just so i can see her pop the ribbon

that cali bud special, so special i held the blunt so long

snoop had to tell me, “p-ss the weed nephew!”

f-ck rap, i’m the wrong one to get p-ssed off

cause the pump’ll make you “jump” like kris kross

my n-gg- dead and it’s hard to let go

so i’m blowin on that wet doe, same color as gecko

we follow hood codes and everybody in the set know

we gas ’em, f-ck ’em and p-ss ’em, what you expect ho?

[chorus]

[snoop dogg]
say ‘gain won’t you blow it with the best of them

yes yes i blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees

i told dem don’t mess wit dem, i hold dem no testament

do you want to smoke wit me?

weed rollin, g-strollin, bad-mouthin muh’f-cker

law breakin, pimp slappin n-gg-z for the f-ck of it

hip-hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin g-ngb-nger

“thought you was an actor,” thought i was a singer

thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough

d.p.g. unit sounds like danger

you might wanna manage your anger

hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff

now lay back on the law

this new weed that i got i call it face off

cause it’ll blow your face off and that’s a figure of speech

my n-gg-z a beast, on me, from the west to the east, preach!

[chorus]

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