Highlife – Get A Light Lyrics

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[Intro]
It's Highlife baby
ThemPeople
Just open up ya mind

[Verse 1: Highlife]
High life get high like the temp do
In the summer time like we chillin by the swimming pool
On a mission for that coin
Rollin 3.0s out the zone while we cruise down the avenues
Need more blunts joe I only got a few
Split it down the middle, guts out the window
I fill it up wit some sticky green indo

Light it up take a puff pass it the left joe
...Exhale I'm faded
Only my niggas stay this jaded
Treated crowns in the club they hatin
I got something make em sizzle like bacon
Stay away from them lames cuz they basic
I got good chronic baby come taste this
Scottie come beam me up enterprise spaceship
Solo in the crib wit a swisher I'ma face it
Smokin in the wind feel like I got a face lift
Smokin again like I'm kin to Jamaicans
Shots of the Jamo but you know we don't chase it
Shouts to the Gucci Mane I'm white boy wasted
Ice cream man, Mr. 31 flavors
Mogs get mad cause they seen that I made it
Now I blow smoke in they face like a player
Only one skeez blowin trees on my fixie
Solo ridin clean smokin green on my fixie
Gettin hella high while I glide on my fixie
Eyes blood shot I'm so fly on my fixie

[Hook: Michael Anthony]
Now when the world around me gets to hard I lean back and take a second
And take a drag of the la-la, and take a drag of the la-la (All Day Xs3)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up
Wake Up, Bake Up

[Verse 2: Sulaiman]

Roll the Mary Up
More The Merrier
Golden Chariot Upon My Arrival
Please God Please Spare My Rivals
To Go Against Me's Suicidal
Check Your Vitals
Only My Friends Get High As I Do
We Loud Your Cloud, Stifled
Meanwhile My Style, Flight Suit
I'm Liable
To Fly Over That Eiffel
On Time For The Lights Too
Get High Boo
And Maybe You Can Get A First Class Ticket On A Overseas Flight Too
If Ya Work Hard
Do Ya Thing Drop It Low Make It Twerk Hard
You A Queen You A Pro You The First Squad
All I Needed To Know From The First Ma
Was It Weed We Could Smoke Just To Get Close?
Or A Toast...
I'ma Choose C
All The Above, Fit Like A Glove, Rub A Dub Dub, You Up On Me
Takin' Out All Yo Problems And Yo Stresses From That Workday
To Get Worked Out Til' You Thirsty
That Cotton Mouth T-Shirt Taste
And I'm Just As Cold As My Birthplace
Now She Fired Up Cause I'm Tithed Up Like The Church Safe
We Get High Enough To Slap Five With Clouds And Make Earthquakes
Where The Richter Scale Is Her Twerk Rate...
So Is It My Fault That I Fuck Like I'm Trynna Make Up For Time Lost
Roll A Blunt With The Same Thumb I Took Her Bra Off?

[Hook: Michael Anthony]
Now when the world around me gets to hard I lean back and take a second
And take a drag of the la-la
And take a drag of the la-la (All Day Xs3)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up
Wake up, Bake Up

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