I'm Hi (feat. Styles P)

Yeah man, I'll smoke wit'chu, y'knahmsayin?

I'm sayin it ain't nuttin y'knahmsayin

Ain't shit to me y'knahmsayin it's just like

I don't be wantin to get high

Cause that shit be lookin like it be havin niggas y'knahmsayin?

That right there, believe it all, ha ha ha, yeah y'all

Nah man I, I mean, think it's gettin tired though, no joke f'real

What you got on, you got a Swisher? Or, that's a Philly or what?

Oh that's a Swisher okay I mean y'know

Y'know niggas rap about Swishers and shit

They don't believe in at all, ha ha ha ha

Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-ch'all, y'knahmsayin?

I hit it man, roll it and... oh you got one? Aight

Let me hit that shit man

You can knock, on my door but ain't, nobody home

I might be there, but I'm gone cause I'm stuck off a zone

I'm "Half Baked" like the guy on the couch, I don't get high I'm a grouch

So I puff, on my line and be out

I call my road dog, pick me up with weed, let's hit the road dawg

You blew it with a hood rat, the shit you break the code for?

God damn I think that I'm high, too much haze

But I, see my ghost pass within the blink of a eye

And them ghetto niggas, know how it feel

I smoke more than a buildin on fire roll more than the wheel

I get stuck like a car in the mud, and blow my greens out

And call my nigga T-Pain to borrow some buds

And then choke, 'til I think I'mma cry, or I think I'mma die

Nah dawg, I just think that I'm high, shhh

See I ain't ever smoked befo'

So I'mma take two hits and I'mma blowwww my mind away

I never thought I'd be gettin high today-ay-hey-ayy

Now it's on me again so I take another pull - hooooo!

We in the Cadillac, floatin like the ocean

Suddenly everything was movin in slow motion

So I take another hit, and try to relax

I'm beatin on my chest, CJ beatin on my back

Somebody help me I think I'm 'bout to die

But I got it, I got it, woah!

So I passed the blunt, it came right back to me

But I know that this smoke is still runnin through me

I don't think I'mma ever open my eyes

My homeboy said, "Why?" And I said cause

I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

Dawg I think that I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

Dawg I feel like I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

I really think that I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

Shit, God damn

Damn! Please stop by the sto'

Cause my, mouth dry and I done ran out of Ho's

Oh, them Little Debbies got me lickin my chops

But I just, want a drink and Newport shorts in the box

Maybe a Swisher Kaing or three, I seen fine behind

That want to hang with me, long as I bring the weed

I said cool, I'mma ride on through

Thirty minutes later we was getting high in the room

And then I, take another hit, and try to relax

I'm beatin on my chest as God is beatin on my back

Somebody help me I think I'm 'bout to die

But I got it, don't touch me I got it, ohh!

I passed the blunt and it came right back to me

But I know that this smoke is still runnin through me

I don't think I'mma ever open my eyes

My homegirl said, "Why?" And I said that

I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

Dawg I think that I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

Dawg I really feel like I'm high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

I probably can't sing cause high-iiiiiiigh-iiiiiiiiiigh

Weavin y'all

Oh I'm high as **** dawg