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Watch: SPM- I Must Be High Remix With Lyrics

16 Aug 2008

16 Aug, 2008 Peace Out

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I'm damned if I do and damned if I don'tHolla fuck the world with my chest full of smokeI choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklaceSay Dopehouse Records, Screwston, TexasThe diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princessYou can keep the Lexus, cause I got two BenzesI'm in your girlfriends' hot intestinesCause I bought her two dresses and some contact lensesGot a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carroClick and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrowBought a condo for my top ho cause she working that tacoIt's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the TahoeTV screens, margarita machines with street marinesGot love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin KingsIf it means anything this for all my G'sI'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC'sAnother DWI, drunk and fucking highI'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the skyThey call me young Thurston Howell the ThirdAnd that's my wordI'm a swang, I'm a swerveI'm a park and scrape the curve[Chorus: repeat 2X]Why when I'm not high does my lifeFeel like it's missing somethingI know that I must be highSo that I can functionI'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitiousNo matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitchesBurn a few bridges, feed a few pigeonsFuck em so good they wake up and wash dishesThe food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuitsNo French kisses and no hippopotamusesI'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with meAs I represent Houston like the damn WhitneyI'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed emLived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet emShut em down like D-Town and the homie AckaveliePeace to Happareli and my nigga John FreddyMy drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddyFour of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys uglyReady for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddleY'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle[Chorus]Why when I'm not high does my lifeFeel like it's missing somethingI know that I must be highSo that I can functionI walks in the club, a grabbing on my dickAs the police officers patting down my clickThey say my bandana breaks the dress codeEvery fine fucking bitch I see is my ex hoI'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawlingBelieve me this my calling it's time to do you all inEverybody jump jump, boys trip what whatLet my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pumSlangin slab motor rocks up in no man's landBurnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans AmThe rope around my neck is just dangling and janglingSometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguinAunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack TripperPeace to Big Dipper, what the deal my niggaHook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperousI tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'[Chorus]Why when I'm not high does my lifeFeel like it's missing somethingI know that I must be highSo that I can function

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