Let's All Get High (feat. Krayzie Bone)

Let 'em know the funk bandit's back
 With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat
 The funk-keeper
 Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak
 Cause bleed smokin haloweed
 Givin' You what 'cha need
 Indeed I'm nice
 Jewelery full of ice
 The industry ain't been the same
 since I came to sprinkle my spice
 Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted
 Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around
 in the west-side district
 Get it twisted
 If you wanna choose your destiny
 Leave all that simple shit at home
 And bring your fuckin' best to me
 Cause right here playtime stops
 Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops
 See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge
 And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far
 Repitoire full of wicked shit
 Lay back kick a shit
 All the right shit to give a nigga a hit
 If you let's nuthing hold you back
 And your limit is the sky
 Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high
 Roll up a fat one and pass it around
 Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound
 Repeat 1x
 KRAYZIE BONE:
 Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together
 Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke
 Take it slow, We smoking junk
 Cause you rolling wit moe
 We having a celebration
 We doing this all night if you wanna get away
 You can play em other times
 And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way
 We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie
 But niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay
 So if you get out. Better get with this crowd
 I bet you wanna get weeded
 Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland
 Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending
 Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs
 My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright
 So come around everybody party down get down
 And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that hydro
 My nigga thugsta come and give me some love
 Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the
 cut
 You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
 We could all get high, get high
 The shit we keep we got you hypnotized
 Ain't nobody dealin' with me
 My nigga J can get his smoke on man
 Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad
 DA BRAT:
 Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action
 Certified platinum slashin' bastards
 Draw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me
 I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see
 These synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps
 Get deeper than any bitch
 Watch me and yo' nigga creep
 Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro
 Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow
 We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with
 Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend
 You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business
 Or get that ass put in the witness protection program
 Till I'm finished, diminished
 Your entourage is my level
 Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil
 Pushin' custom drop-tops
 Keep Segante' in the glove box
 Puffin' with crooked cops
 And can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop
 KRAYZIE BONE:
 You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
 We could all get high, get high
 The shit we keep we got you hypnotized
 Ain't nobody dealin' with me
 My nigga J can get his smoke on man
 Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad
 Repeat 3x