Dame Grease - Blowin' My High lyrics

(Hook) I say what I mean, and I do what I say That Grand Cru got me high I'm faded but it's not enough The fact is I need to smoke (Verse One) Now when im chillin and sittin up in the club that be leisure Throw up a sign and keep it movin is the procedure I ain't tryna talk about a feature I ain't tryna hear how n***as came runnin from the bleachers Im tryna holla at kadija Her top game had a n***a shakin like he was catchin a seizure Jesus had a n***a on kick back Had to (?) just to give me my dick back Hair not done but its slicked back The don on chill Max b the young ron o'neal How you actin like the God won't peel Guard ya chest plate, ga**ed dude to throw the beer in Ron Artest's face Chicks know I'm able to hit Word is I ain't a s**a for love I just think wit my dick I think its a gift (?) Smokin up all the sour diesel and drinkin a fif Chill dawg im tryna get in my groove Puff a little haze and get up in the mood But cha all in my ears im checkin for the hoes All in my eyes mutha f**a u blowin my high Cut me a little slack give me a little air Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha f**a u blowin my high (Hook) I say what I mean, and I do what I say That Grand Cru got me high I'm faded but it's not enough The fact is I need to smoke (verse two) Friends came along chicks came along Eager for the dick game Big tings a gwan big cane to cook big dope to cut Shoot threw ya door as soon as I open up Dame roll the haze up we ain't smoke enough Bezzy all brick all frozen and stuff Chump act like he all chosen and stuff Pop at ya forehead nose in ya gut Im low in the cut I know a few hoes that will shoot threw customs wit o's in they bu*t But is this n***a really holdin or what Cause he talk, floss like he put o and them up Hit ya foes and nem up 24 inch rims strobes in the truck Ducky and demitri im over dem s*uts Bullets in ya stomach real hot Feel like u got a stove in a gut Chill dawg im tryna get in my groove Puff a little haze and get up in the mood But cha all in my ears im checkin for the hoes All in my eyes mutha f**a u blowin my high Cut me a little slack give me a little air Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha f**a u blowin my high (Hook) I say what I mean, and I do what I say That Grand Cru got me high I'm faded but it's not enough The fact is I need to smoke (verse three) I got sour, haze, bubble gum kush I can double up some got push Got douche mama that sh** type stinky Cut cha arm off come get cha pinky Frankly im not the one you wanna f** around wit Got f**ed around wit got pissed got six Got bricks still got p.o Mike mike my guy and I still got him Still got clips of revolvers Bae I got wut chu need its really not a problem Its really no stress goin down to the gucci store Im the boy f** u think I got groupies for Got hoochie slores Let me move in ya jaws U can be my american who*e Im gonna treat u real nice like a gentleman Gain green boss im cuttin out the middle men (Hook) I say what I mean, and I do what I say That Grand Cru got me high I'm faded but it's not enough The fact is I need to smoke (Max B Talking) Blowin my high aw man Boss don cla**ic Dame grease Four horseman U know wut this sh** is baby Another cla**ic wavy Vigilante season edition Its ya boy biggavel signing out So wavy baby