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I Get High Cypher
yo sum1 post first I'll post later
ILL VERSES ONLY!!!! NOTHING WACK PLEASE!!!! MUST BE ATLEAST 15 BARS!!!!!! |
yo heres my verse:Ay yo, check yo watch fo' da time-4:20//
time to take out ya money// buy some chronic or some hydro// take a razor slice down da optimo// roll roll roll ya joint twist it at the end// light it up take a puff pass dat shit to a friend// fuck bammer smoke chronic// pop pills tonic demonic// walk up in the club half baked// pass me a bag of cheetos and a 12oz steak// |
i'm ill on the mic when the smoke and my mind clash//
dawg i got 2 bones on the dime sack// strickly weed fam don't puff crack or the dope// too many problems the blunt smoke makes me able to cope// i love the gangsta feel when im blazin the erb// catch me playin cee-lo gettin paid by the curb// in low spirits- i need a lil chronic ta lift me up// crack it up-roll it up-lick it up-spliff it up// we get high till we float we blazin the Oz// fuck health im fuckin up my brain cells till they fall out my noze// all i need is a blunt and ho// i hate pig ass niggas that like to hogg the dro// i get high like i'm floatin over a bridge// smoke so much i can smell it when i piss |
sittin around bored//
there aint shit else to do// might as well scoop my boys// and smoke a spliff wit the crew// drive around for thirty minutes// jus to find a 20-sack// the reefer gets me high enuff// i dont need any-crack// all i need is the sticky green// a blunt and a light// in bout 5 minutes// imma be hand glidin on kites// im smellin like the icky// in every venure i enter// cuz i blunted// whether spring,summer,fall or winter |
i get higher than apollo rockets..
smokin blunts or hittin the gravity bong.. i'm dead wrong..in life and deeply depressed.. and obsessed wit the streets... but im silent cauught in the storm.. and tha only thing i eva spark..is weed.. so ima arsonist..wit northwest chronic trees.. in deed..i'm n urban politics way steep... so i stay on noid..cos i got niggas that wun kill me.. and tha only thing that keeps me..calm all stimulates from mother earths seeds.. which keeps me gon' like cheech and chong.. |
The bricks of funky white nose powder hold power
Mo leverage than streets can manage so we coward down to nothing, but need some steady elevation So we spark the Crip up for some heavy rotation work is a state of mind thats the shit we be saying to keep our focus tight we smoke for revelations to see enemy intentions and act on'em very blatant steady Pacin to the stash when i get home in the evening Relieving the daily stress and for many different reasons Weed and sex is like seasons, some good some better, But Chronic and Pussy mixed, it couldnt get much wetter Let me hit the blunt softly while you play with the feathers Doesnt matter the weather, ill always stay smoking A house two kids a wife and a dog ill stay toking Twist the ganja up so we can blow one, slow blunts the way that i smoke them, roll them, dont fold them Hit it and blow it out the green smoke will stay floating Its the aroma so you know itwill never be far from potent Choking, thats the only way that you know man, that what you puffin on isnt on some broken seeds and stems shake fuck a fake and roll another one.... |
lookin at the clock its time ta get high
I look at my boy he already got red eyez i hit tha joint twice and see birds fly bye im so high i was smokin wit left eye all this time im thinking "didnt she die?" later on im running low on weed i go to my boy and he gives me some seeds nigga what tha hell i can't smoke these hes telling that his supply wore down damn now i gotta go ask around town i finally get some weed im cutting the vega and what do i see? i see about 8 niggas wanting to smoke wit me |
they call me green cuz im alwayz on tha scene
got my 9 and weed no nigga aint robbin me im servin fiends out tha front of my house while i got this blunt in my mouth im steady smokin like niggaz croakin' im burnt tha fuck out never in a weed drought man fuck this shit like i said im burnt tha fuck out |
FUK that when i get high i be on that sticky green// smokin on that hydro or chronic but no meth amphendamees//that indo , fire, or cain bud nigga you know what i need// hittin on that real shit that make yo lungs bleed// one seed can turn into a imaginaton tree// makin u feel free and happy thoughts getting the munchies// me and my niggas light up blunts without any seeds// burnin shit all summer at 500 degrees//i stay in the A smokin north carolina red fern.......... tokin on that bitch till my lips get burned// now every pot smoker got that smoked out look// the only thing this verse needs now is a pimped out hook//
peace ~1' |
chronics just some part of my style...I pick it up put it down n' spit tha game for a while//
Make tha date...I'm tha open gate pullin weight, runnin eighths for these scandalist snakes// I got tha knowledge of tha game ...cause every day tha shit'll change, certain aspects remain tha same, lame, drama, static n' blame// Keep it straight wit Mary...I'm tellin you this for a reason...because if Mary doesn't bring home money her daddy changes seasons// Block to block, passin off tokin on tha rock to rock...we was hot... lookin for tha kat to drop n' pop, pulled our glocks watched tha clock back n' secure with the entire stock// |
yo acid and e just aint for me
so im gonna stick to my liquor and weed coke and dope the worlds truest addictions well if u aint tried just do it u aint missin buy a cut of nuggets pack a pipe look at all these crystals this dope is pretty ripe cant feel my fingers cant feel my toes so fuckin rocked u could punch me in the nose cant see straight cant even walk take another hit and now i cant even talk got some oxys now feelin pretty good take some viagra now i got some wood beer and liquor is the unlucky drink i love being wasted and throw up in the sink tell me what u think cause im new to this |
fuck weed, when it comes to trees, my punk be official
don believe ya dun check the crystals das that hydroponnics. they say is grown with no soil but sand, like afghan tie we're all spoiled when you dont feel the smoke, dats the bomb hit you 15 minutes later, paranoid vibes unless your minds strong cant talk to noone ima go to sleep |
Ay yo....
I blaze weed// till my lung capacity cause them to bleed// producing low sperm count, but I don't need any seeds// my lil sis is all I need// burn trees to succeed// only bionic no bammer please// smoke blunts till I'm sleep// puff on magic dragons// till somethin tragic happens// like rapin hookers in abandoned cabins// get high everyday similar to Styles// stay high, no need to lie check my files// |
Ayo...
I split Dutches, lick em roll em n smoke/ N I'ma do the same every otha day till i croke/ It's not a joke, it started way back when i was broke/ N ever since the dough I just started buyin tha dro/ But I'm tired of waistin money so now I'm startin to grow/ |
Yo i get high till allofmy braincells fry/
Till all the bad memories and worry's simply die/ I wake and bake just so my day go faster by/ Don't remeber i wonder when i was without red-eye-/ Well its the cronical thats why/ |
to high to rhyme
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