Coolwadda - High Come Down (Alternate Version) lyrics

Chorus: Nate Dogg Oooh, you make my High, come down Oooh, you make my High Come down You make my high Come All the way, down Oooh, you make my High Come down Hook: Nate Dogg Just hit the eastside Of the f**in' L.B.C I don't a**ociate with haters Motherf**in' gangstas we... Just hit the dope Spot Just picked up some bomb a** weed Man, I'll holla at you later I'm about to hit these streets As sure as my game is tight Just spotted a real dime piece I thought my day could not be greater That's about the time I peeped (peaked?) There go Mr. John N. Law All in my rear view The next thing I heard was sirens Tell me, what am I to do? Repeat Chorus (Verse 1) [Coolwadda] Ay Can I get a pa** for that? Tryin' to be in the back, where the stars is at Seems like everybody got they shovels Diggin' C&C But you messin' with my high levels Felt by devils And blue dresses To big booty ghetto ones Heavy Metal ones One Actin' like that we don't pa** it around Hope you got a sack, girl, cause you bringin' me down [Chico] Slow motion on the blue court Like I'm on a tight rope Kid Can't I spark it? Flash, flash The whole world's a ash tray, flick it on the dash Then I parallel every car that pa** Ugh Whoodie got that hash Nate got more than an eight That Dogg got Pounds in his safe Don't it feel safe? Between heaven and space? Git these f**ing weirdos out my face... Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) [Chico] My Bible wouldn't been preached Been the beast, I been the prey Parallel park in here And get towed away Stowed away In the back of the trunk where the tool be Fools be actin' like I won't bust this uzi Cool, he proves me Over yonder In that little white Honda, Civic, they talk that street sh** Well then, I can get to livin' Let me out here Pivot post I'm chippin' these n***as up close [Coolwadda] I bust the uzi so you can bust one Must've brought your high Down, to get you on one, Chico So you know I'm on one And when they scatter and run Hop out the cut with the pump shotgun Just in case I got to come on y'all like eight minutes Ride for the chips, parallel Til we finish Rearrange rap with the rare raw flow Not feelin' y'all, bringin' down my hydro Repeat Chorus Repeat Hook Repeat Chorus