I Get High Songtext
von Memphis Bleek

Yeah, yeah
Know, uh-huh (Got the fans askin′ me)
"Yo Bleek, what you be doin' in your spare time?"
This what I do, baby
Check it out (This what I do)

Yo, I gets high, rollin′ down the I-95
Ma, don't ask why I love gettin' high while I drive
I can′t lie, I puff lye while I drive down the I-95
I gets high, rollin′ down the I-95
Ma, don't ask why I love gettin′ high while I drive
I can't lie, I puff lye while I drive down the I-95


I put the key in the ignition, start my V
Take the heat out the ashtray, spark my spliff
You know that haze in me, Backwood rolled tight
Belvedere, cranberry juice, mix light
Under thirty percent tint, ridin′ bent
Doin' a quarter, spliffin′ on what grow underwater
My life in order, you know I got a pocket full of sticky
The whole BK light up a spliff for Biggie
And smoke out, I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard
Or that new exhaust, you blow the 'co out
And holla, I'ma survive or die
I′ma ride, ′cause they never take a nigga alive
I gets high, rollin' down the I-95
Starin′ through the rearview from all the shit I survived
And as I ride by, I just tilt my hat
Put the car on cruise and roll up another sack

I gets high, rollin' down the I-95
Ma, don′t ask why I love gettin' high while I drive
I can′t lie, I puff lye while I drive down the I-95
I gets high, rollin' down the I-95
Ma, don't ask why I love gettin′ high while I drive
I can′t lie, I puff lye while I drive down the I-95


You catch Bleek rollin' hay when I′m down in the Bay
Hey, it don't stop, I light a blunt for ′Pac
Pop my collar, take another sip of that vodka
Hit three-wheel motion, locin' in an Impala
On them fifty spoke rims with two pounds to smoke
And the weed come clean, no sticks, no seeds
Straight dope, it keep the car with the haze in it
Mami be like, "Bleek, we can′t breathe in it"
Mami, keep cool, let me remove the roof
Take a sip of that Belve' and remove your shoes
But yeah, recline, baby, smoke good weed, baby
This the real green out the High Times, baby
We sittin' on dubs, know what that like?
Twistin′ up blunts, mami, get your mind right

I gets high, rollin′ down the I-95
Ma, don't ask why I love gettin′ high while I drive
I can't lie, I puff lye while I drive down the I-95
I gets high, rollin′ down the I-95
Ma, don't ask why I love gettin′ high while I drive
I can't lie, I puff lye while I drive down the I-95

I gets high at the mall
Holla at the mall, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I can't lie at the mall (Lie, yeah)
I puff lye when I drive down the I-95
Yeah, yeah, y′all know
Holla at the mall
One with ya dawg