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dice - gettin' high lyrics
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood, chocolate tie twistin’
got the smoke; knockin’ n_ggas out like sonny liston
creepin’; coupe de ville, rollin’ on daytons
(me thumpin’ reggae) for the bomboclaat jamaicans
junkies all be feinin’ for the heroin in my possession
cop pulled my over and he spotted out my smith & wesson
(me say, “coppa, please don’t take me down”)
but them n_ggas started trippin’ so we had to bus’ a couple rounds
(that’s what them get, for always tryin’ to start sh_t)
so rest in peace, with the rest of the dead police
and other n_ggas, we never gave a f_ck about ’em
me pealed them caps, and the surgeon pulls the bullet out ’em
not everything’s understood, up to no good
n_ggas gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood, gettin’ high…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
people die in my neighborhood gettin’ high…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
motherf_ckers heard of my because i’m dangerous
i got my nina in my hand and not afraid to bust
check yo “?mets?” motherf_cker fo’ you step to mine
’cause when you mess around with dice, n_gga…
(ain’t no sunshine)
nothin’ but h_ll on earth, wishin’ i’d died at birth
but since i didn’t, this n_gga, ain’t bullsh_ttin’
run up on n_ggas with the quickness, handle me buidness…
and then k!ll the victim and the witness
me asked the lord to change my life around
’cause every night me have dreams of being buried six feet underground
i guess i was put here, to commit sin
hang wit’ my n_ggas; smoke buddha; drink juice & gin
(he’s just your lonely ruthless n_gga, ha ha ha ha)
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood, gettin’ high…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
people die in my neighborhood gettin’ high…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
just hangin’ with my n_ggas; smokin’, kickin’ it live
slangin’ boulders on the corner, n_ggas gotta survive
coppers comin’ through my neighborhood, f_ckin’ up blacks
got the b_tches on the corner sellin’ p_ssy for crack
lots of wicked motherf_ckers k!llin’ n_ggas for cash
got the winos in the alleys eatin’ food out the trash
(another drive_by shootin’) yep, the damage is done
we couldn’t catch the shiesty n_gga so we murdered his son
retaliation in the hood, incarceration no good
free_basin’ understood
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood, gettin’ high…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
people die in my neighborhood gettin’ high…
gettin’ high in my neighborhood…
roll a phat_ass joint…
(reggae style)
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