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Название песни: High All the Time
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50 Cent - High All the Time текст песни, lyrics

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris 
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit 
Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit 
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit 

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate 
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit 
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit 
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit 

[Verse 1] 
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up, 
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking 
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo 
Hiiigh as a motherfucker 
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef 
Man you better holla at me 
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up 
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood 

I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls 
Daddy need new shoes 
Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s 
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone 
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny 
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis 
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was 
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud 


[Verse 2] 
Now if you heard I done started some shit 
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) 
And if you heard I done let off a clip 
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) 
But I- twist that la, la, la, la 

I get high as I wanna nigga 
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga 
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef 
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish 
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man 
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans 
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me 
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" 
There's no competition, it's just me, 
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets 
If David could go against Goliath with a stone 
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne 


[Verse 3] 
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines 
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines 
You don't want me to be your kid's role model 
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows 
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot 
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot 
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace 
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog 
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time 
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime 
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully 
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully 
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me 
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money 
I ain't hurtin, I'm aight, nigga I'm doin good 
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood 


G-Unit, are you ready 
G-Unit, are you ready 
G-Unit, are you ready 
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come

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