Gettin High On The Southside

(808 Pimp, Phatboy, Smokey, Lil Jay)

<Chorus - 808 Pimp>
I’m just so high rollin thru the southside
Ocean tide, M-I close by
Come and ride with me
L-F-M-O-B what you see
Roll another blunt homie
Don’t leave me lonely
Cause I need you
See what we do
Blaze it for the people
Next El-Po to the next sequel.
<Phatboy>
Livin that hi life what
I'm towed up from the flo up
Grab your dove n spread some luv
We feelin nice
Smokin right everynight
Everythang is tight
N we ridin n we slidin
N we dirty south rhymin
N we shinin n reclinin
Break it up, roll my weed on the counter
I'm lit up, now i feel it, hey dog wanna hit it, get faded
Elevated
Let's blaze it up n have some fun
sparkin the blunts under miami's sun
puffin live on the beach n lets run
Wit joint in hand, in the sand
Let's jump into the ocean
So healin, great feelin, so alive
that I could die, gettin high,
Gettin high on the southside
<Smokey/Gigolo>
I’m just so high, no lie
Can’t pass it up so playa whats the hold up
Roll another blunt
Can I get fucked up
Rollin splifs the widths of treetrunks
Hit the beach smellin like P-funk
Let the beats bump
Hit the curb if ya haven’t heard
Lookin for the herbs wit tha herb
No green
No stressin
Scrape my lungs for the resin
Known for herb testin
Blunt blessin
Throat black I’m guessin
Another weed session
No question
Obsession
Cause I haven’t learned my lesson.
<Lil Jay>
I’m just so high rollin thru the southside
Everyday a drive by
People die
Momma cry oh why oh why does it gotta be that way
Burying bodies everyday
Young niggaz on the corner slangin ya-yo
Fill my mind with the indo
Smoke take a toke then pass
To the homie on the left
Make sure the cypha is correct
Show the south some love and respect
Roll another blunt I’m lit
My brain is blitzed
Always caught up in the mix
Of some live shit
Chill wit the tight click.
LFMOB - Some of the realest MCs
<808 Pimp>
I’m just so high
Rollin in the tank
Swoll off the Dank
Whutchu think?
Towed off the Ol E drink
Off to the bank to drop them dollas
Holla holla get high no bothers
When I’m wit my crew
Actin dirty
On them 30s n Vogues
Ridin slow
Smoke out the window
Toss me indo
It ain’t no sin though
Feel the wind blow
On the way to the South Pole
Sippin on Cisco
Break and take a pull
On the way to the weed hole
We know we know
Rollin dice Cee-low
Chillin wit my peoples
Pack another bowl
Of the funk smellin like skunk
I’m just so drunk
Feel the trunk buh budamp budamp
LFMOB whats up whats up
Raise it up
Grab my blunt
Blaze it up
Sprinkle snow
Lace it up
Get me stuck
Cause I wanna get towed up
From my toe to the floor up
All the players showed up
Roll the doe up
23rd blow up
Put your Mo up tip that cup
Cause you know what’s up
LFMOB blow up
Uh huh sho nuff.