Proof - High Rollers lyrics

[B-Real] Loaded, dazed, confused.. I'm in the Esco' rollin' the kush weed You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed You know you're on cloud nine f**in' with me duke Be sure that I'm the kush man waitin' to see Proof Some say I'm high on life and I don't need ya herbs I'm gettin' high every time that you speak the words Well I'm glad that means more for me son I hit the bong so hard they call me three-lungs They say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar" You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin' me fam? You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin' my strain It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain See I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for me All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony [Hook: B-Real, Method Man, Proof] [BR] Hittin' the blunts and bongs [MM] Puffin' those trees and leaves [Pr] Comin' with E and Vic's [BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pa** the light [BR] Sittin' up top of the world [MM] Gettin' on top of your girl [BR] Packin' those bowls and pipes [Pr] You know it's on tonight [BR] Roll it and pa** the light [Proof] You know your man's royal can be Ishmael{?} Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin' 'bout refills They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills And I'm the +Proof+, got on my +Method+ so +Be-Real+ A retired weed head that need bread for trickin' Off on a mission to find b**hes for sausage lickin' Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets I jam like I don't know how to work the tech Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn' Never lie for a trend Tryna die on a binge Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin 'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you d** Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat? [Hook] [Method Man] I semi-automatically spit flows at trash Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half If I speak a little fast you get whiplash Promoters better get the kid cash Or get whipped a** Got some Zig-Zags and a Dutch, let's get smashed My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags And while y'all get ga**ed, I'm proceedin' to get high Got weed like Mary J. is +All I'm Needin+ to get by Tical motherf**er, run for cover when sh** fly One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' b**h thigh How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes That's kinda farfetched like me pa**in' a piss test Okay, let's +Be-Real+, here's the +Proof+, we need cash flow Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row For sho', k**a Bee back. Flac? We don't need that It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the f** is yo' weed at? In fact.. [Hook]