Lil Rob

[fox69]

"Front Back Side to Side"

"Front Back Side to Side"


Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the Regal
We thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car
But nowadays if you don't got hundred spokes
Homey don't even bring you car out
And if you ain't switched up, forget about it
Let me tell you about me ride ese

My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumps
Everything I need in my low-low
I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances
Like a ruca, ass up, titties down
So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser
Grab another 45 for me and change the record
My neck hurts from hitting all day
You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass away

[Chorus]
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
Hop that motherfucker till the AR's brake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
Shaking like a Southern California earthquake

I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down
I put the top up, I put the top back down
No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow
And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires
Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches
People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park
But when I leave I raise it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again

[Chorus]

Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?
Simon
Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?
Simon

I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something
Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix
Cuz I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush
Or until some hynas get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets
Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits
Looking all exuisent when I get explicit
Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides
Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your ride
See saw, front, back, side to side
Three wheel around the corner as I get ghost
Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get close
All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean
Time to head home, another night to ascend
Come back next weekend and do the same shit again

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fuckin Wit My Bizzness"
(feat. Hectic, Lil Blacky, Lil Sicko)

"Fuckin Wit My Bizzness"
(feat. Hectic, Lil Blacky, Lil Sicko)



[Lil Sicko]
As I pull out the strap and get ready to kill
Seeing you on the floor, is my big fucking thrill
Trying to kill me again, HA, don't make me laugh
What made your ass think that our business would last?
Trying to fuck with my money, when I treated you cool
But you didn't know your fuckin' with this crazy ass fool
18 years old, and a baller for life
Never forget that night, that I fucked your wife
Trust a g with my kilo, I gave you stack's of c-notes
Pimped road in the lex, then we lounged on speed road
When you needed some men, you knew I was always there
And you needed days off, but I really didn't care
We came really tight, and I had you around
To the fuckin' day, I was missin' a pound
Fucking bitch thought I was a clown
Then turn around, pop goes the strap, and your body was found

[Chorus:]
See I lost one, and you found one
Now they knowing your a bitch
Because you caught one
Now I'm knowing that you won't forget this (why)
That's what you get, for fuckin' with my bizzness

[Lil Blacky]
When we were youngster's, we would fight over the same girl
She had some juicy lips in a sparkle of a plural
I like her lot, but she wanted from me
Is a year older, you always have more chances then me
But I was in a raza, and I had a lotta ridges
Always taken back with three, four, or five bitches
But I got stuck, with an old ass hag
That was gettin' very ugly, and always on her rag
And you a guy, you was so tough
Kick it back with your lady, but you ain't even crazy
Now your jealous, and I'm winnin' this game
I'm a playa for life, and Imma push you in shame
Who da blame but your self, through sickness and in wealth
This I will tell, now tell me what the hell

Now what?...Fuckin' bitch
Lil Sicko, Lil Blacky, Hectic one doing this shit

[Chorus x2]

[Hectic]
You fucked up, when you turned on me
Became a rata, now your d-i-e
We pulled mission's and always got away
Makin' stack's of bill's, that will make our day
We split it, and we made a profit
No one ever stopped it, why you fuckin' jockin'?
It's me? the one and only Hectic
Sit back, respect it, as I fuckin' wreck it
Muthafucker

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta Gangsta"

"Gangsta Gangsta"


Hey homey
I'm talking to you (That's right)
I know you think it's cool (Shit)
I used to think it was cool to be

[Chorus:]
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy
Running in these streets
I know you, homey, cause that used to be me
Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey
I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy
Running in these streets
I know you, homey, cause that used to be me
Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey
I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you

[Verse 1]
Now homeboy, he was just a youngster, barely coming of age
Taking flickas with his homeboys, holding up a twelve gauge
His homeboys throwin' up the town, simon, they're proud of where they're from
Vatos from the other town, they were to come if they want some
His older homeboys drive in, and he's riding shotgun
Bumpin' "Shotgun," hanging out the window with the shotgun
They ain't got funds, but they got guns
Yeah
They might be young, but they don't run
Fuck no
They walk, with their chins up, they do chin ups
Push ups and sit ups, roll a joint and go get lit up
And go gang-bang and beat them fools til they don't get up
And they don't stop, fuck no, homeboy, they don't let up
They're from the west, and they duel to the death
And there gonna be gang-banging til there's nobody left

[Refrain:]
Sound familiar
Well then I'm talking to you
I know about the crazy life and things I used to do, when I was

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Bandanas and hairnets, T-shirts, Cortezes
Maybe whinos, huaraches, zarapes, or a cascade
Pennotens, or a big ben chaqueta
With a cueta in his front right pocket, homeboy, neta
Always creased up whether in Dickies or in Davises
Smoking the good shit, the kind that makes you forget what day it is
Not only is he on the calles, but he's claiming it
Taggin' up the walls, scrap and scrapin' down the pavement
Ain't got no jale, but he's looking for the payment
There's other ways to make it, if not it, he just takes it
La vida loca, women, liquor and drogas
Smokin' juras, runnin' from la jura
It's crazy, look around
They can throw, one-on-one, from the chest so they can all get down

[Repeat Refrain]

[Repeat Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Get Back"
(feat. T-Weaponz)

"Get Back"
(feat. T-Weaponz)



[Ark in background]
[Fingazz:]
[Ice Cube:] "Don't mess with mine"
"Don't mess with mine"
[Ark:]
Uh
T-Weaponz
[Fingazz:]
[Ice Cube:] "Get back"
"Get back"
[Ark:]
Ark, IzReal, Psalmz
Lil' Rob, it's a problem
Twelve Eighteen, Part Two
Yo, Fingazz, you a monster
Don't even understand how we chillin'
[Fingazz:]
"Get back"
"Get back"
[Ark:]
Yo, Lil' Rob
Yo, set this shit
[Fingazz:]
"Don't mess with mine" (Talk to 'em)
"Get back" (Come on)
"Get back"

[Verse 1:]
[Lil' Rob:]
See, I might take my placaso, I might get boracho
And start pedo, throw chingasos with any vato
You don't too much with meat on your plato
Don't bite off, more than you chew, and get done, no gatcho
Trucha, don't wanna get hit with the fusca
I'm on some crazy shit that makes me act like I used to
To start a fire, all it takes is a spark
Ese Lil' Rob, cabrones, lightin' up your whole park [explosion]
I'm drivin' real slow
Sittin' real low
Rollin' in the 5-3
Yeah
Bulletholes in the door
From the week before
When they were shootin' at me
Yeah
Hey, fuck 'em, homie, I just happened to rhyme
But I still, can put a bullet on your mind with a nine
I still remember, had to pull them crimes
You do it quick, and leave nothing, be kind, so
[Fingazz:] "Get back"

[Chorus: Fingazz]
"Don't mess with mine"
"Don't mess with mine"
"Don't mess with mine"
[Ice Cube:] "Get back"
"Get back"

[Chorus x3]

[Verse 2:]
[IzReal:]
You must got ya head in a fish bowl, a pistol's
Light zip codes, like Sig folds the schizo
Schools like movin' disco, so get dough
Out the bed, into the wishbone, the list goes
On, live tu vida horrible
Te dije
Far from your Lucha Libre
Me crie
Raised in the state of maniaticos
How you wanna fight when your heart is a plastico [monkey sounds]
Blat, blat, blat

[Psalmz:]
Don't mess with mine, you testin' time
Don't make me flash back, make me press rewind
Take me back to the time, I would get the nine
And set the record straight
Homie, let's debate
Let our aim be the test of faith, lo que decide
Let the bullets put you in place, pa' que no olvide (Don't be so jealous)
No es sea jelosa y enviosa
Es siempre la mujeres que se ponle con cosa

[Ark:]
Lil' Rob, we got them shookin' up
When they heard we were hookin' up
They wanna know what we cookin' up
Working on our fuego
Somos [? ] bomberos
No miedo
Cause them Brooklyn boys soy ghetto
Won't settle for
Less than the best, though
Respect us, don't talk
Check us to a chess code
Yo now
We got Fingazz on the track, good lookin'
So we bringin' you a plaque
While my niggas, we gon' bring this on the map

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Get Your Feria"
(feat. Baby Bash)

"Get Your Feria"
(feat. Baby Bash)



[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
Oh now
They really gon' hit you cause you nice and you dead
With a saucy flow and a trill solo cause they be loving that ish
That tissue
Sharp as it gets you
And I love the way stiletto fits you
Here goes some ones, fives and tens, take these twenties with you
Just realize that you fuckin' with a million dollar
Mexican, who did his shit
Down in Nicaragua
Girl, you ain't playin'
I love what your booty sayin'
When it's clappin' in my face
Ya-da-da, I'm sayin'
Mexicana
Black, white and oriental
Love to do it, bucked, treck it, while I smoke a leno
Oh, you ain't know
Well, welcome to the doggy show
Stack that bread, stack that feri', stack that federal

[Break: Baby Bash (Lil Rob in background)]
Short skirts (Get your feria)
High heels (Get your feria)
Go work (Get your feria)
Get bills (Get your feria)
High heels (Get your feria)
Short skirts (Get your feria)
Dollar bills (Get your feria)
Make it work (Get your feria)

[Hook: Lil Rob]
Get your feria
Get your feria
Get your feria
Get your feria

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Rob]
I do that rap thing, make that money, we likes to party and shit
I might throw a little bit at some beautiful chicks to strip
Come here, baby
I like the way you look, the way you shook, your ass on the stage
You do
Good at what you do, get paid, can't
Help us, (?) this way
You're fucking beautiful, baby
You got that look in your eyes
You telling me lies, I don't care, mija
Open your thighs
Open 'em wide, put your fingers inside
Here's another bill, for another cheap thrill
Her loves can kill, she would've killed me for real
They're out for the money
And they know I gots a little
And I'm out for a good time, even though it costs a little
Fuck it
It's only money, money comes and goes
When you got a little bit of feria, the women come with no clothes (Feria)

[Break]

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Go Head"
(feat. Mr. Shadow)

"Go Head"
(feat. Mr. Shadow)



[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It

[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin mad hits for that ass
One way in the past
When I mash
Let me hear you scream and hollar when ya see me
Party people in the house can ya feel me
It's Mr. Shadow and I'm known to explode
Like a box of C-4 when I bust at a show
I have shown that I'm down to breaking it down like a boulder
If ya wanna bring the drama put the rifle to my shoulder
But I ain't trippin cause I'm here to make ya bounce
Counting money by the stacks, bustin raps and buildin clout
Now all my dogs packin clips and the gats
Ready for the confratation never hesitate to cap
Now you know it ain't nothin but a gangsta party
Drinkin Don Pereon Dry Gin and Barcardi
In California the home of real pimp and players with the raw dough
Down to the bone on the streets or on the microphones
Gettin bent is a daily thing, home boys get down girls yell my name
I be the Shadow that will follow you regaurdless through the night
Causin fright when you step into the light

[Chorus x2]
Mr. Shadow, Lil Rob, and The Viscious Man Funk
Coming through with the funk that you bump in your trunk
Go ahead, go ahead make ya body move
Go ahead and make ya body move

[Lil' Rob]
I grab my Levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags on the floor
But that's all good, got no one to impress
My fame will over come those that are best dressed
Must confess, got to get this of my chest I must have been blessed
Can see that I been convince ready to go so lets go
I jumped in the ride headed for my destination
Tonight is going to be sick, but I don't need no medication
Going lady chasing, but never mind, cuz they ain't runnin
Cuz we all came to the party for a little some thing some thing
Oh girls you lookin so nice
I could see that one right there with some one like me
Should I take the chance and ask one to dance
Do I want the one in the mini skirt or the tight pants
It doesn't matter cause they're beautiful
I can't help to lose my cool
I can't help but drool when they push and pull

[Chorus x2]

[Mr. Shadow]
You can push you can pull you can do what you want
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob and The Viscious Man Funk
Nothin bunk but the stuff we blaze in the place
You can't drink for free (so you best bring a case)
That's on the realer when I feel the efection
I'm getting loaded and I notice the closes to me
I keep it cool cause shes noticing me
And that's the only type of girl I see puposin to me
So I lean to the side and wink with my eye to let her know
Baby got it going on so I can't let her go
Lil' Rob where'd you go I was lookin for your ass

[Lil' Rob]
I was downing drinks like water so I got drunk kinda fast
I was on the other side just doing what I do
Looking for a girl to talk to, not you
I got my eyes on one, I want you to have my son
And we can get this done if you want to have some fun
But if, you don't want to, it's ok, I'll just go find another one

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Got Weed"
(feat. Nasty)

"Got Weed"
(feat. Nasty)



[Lil Rob:]
Simon

[Verse: Lil Rob {Sample}]
I'm growin' plants up in my front yard
So it's really not hard (Yeah)
For me to get my hands on some
Really killer {"Weed"} (Smokin' all the marijuana)
I get real high off my own supply (Yeah)
But I won't stop until I die
Until I make my tonsils bleed
I smoke joints, I'll smoke a blunt if it's there
Out the bong, I don't care
As long as I'm smokin' {"Weed"} (Shit, I don't care)
My eyes are bloodshot
I'm fucked up, but what not
You can call it what you want to
I call it really good {"Weed"} (That's right)
Whenever we roll it up (Roll it up)
Hey, homie, we smoke it up (Smoke it up)
We're gettin' high, smokin'
All my {"Weed"}
I love the yerba (I love my yerba)
I love the mota (I love the mota)
I love my marijuana (Yeah)
I love my {"Weed"} (Uh huh)
I like it vaporized (Uh)
I like it in the pipa (Yeah)
My whole fuckin' clicka
Like smokin' {"Weed"} (Uh huh)
So pass me the leno
I'll take it to the mental
Fuck up an instrumental
Passin' 'round some {"Weed"}

[Nasty {Sample}:]
I got four pounds of purple (Purple)
Got six pounds of swag (Swag)
It don't matter what you call it
Cause we all call it {"Weed"}
From Sante Fe to the border
Hell yeah, I take orders (Hey)
If you need it, just call me, I got that {"Weed"}
Sit back and take a puff
Drink-sippers, grab your cups
Roll a leno or a blunt
Bluff and pass the {"Weed"}
It's just these good times
House parties with hood rhymes
We chokin' til the sun shines
Man, I love that {"Weed"}
If you ain't smoking, dawg
You must be choking, dawg
Trust me, homie, listen to me
Please, hit the {"Weed"}
Hit it
Look, I stay high
Chinky eyed with red eyes
Soon as a day go by, without gettin' high
We even, we can bake with {"Weed"}

 

[fox69]

"Hard Times"
(feat. Slow Pain, Ese Daz & 1 Down)

"Hard Times"
(feat. Slow Pain, Ese Daz & 1 Down)



[Verse: Slow Pain]
Born in the hood, I'm a O.G. gangsta
My Poppa Was A Rolling Stone, rock-n-roll gangsta
There's a war on the streets
Like the war in Iraq
Viva la raza, bring our gente back
Hard time on the front line, A.K.'s and tech nines
Soldiers comin' home
Half dead and half blind
Diein' for what?
I'm a drug cause
Six hundred and seventy, 'round soldiers lost
That's some bullshit
Like the war on the streets
Young ones diein' over some twenty year old beef
Cholo shot back, hood's still up to no good
Now he's doing 25 up in the real hood
Life in the pen
With no real friends
Just shut the fuck up and cough for the men
Raza, wake up
It's my job
Slow Pain, the O.G., with the homie Lil Rob

[Lil Rob:]
Man, I know this vato talkin' this and that
About where he from, and about where he's at
How gangster he is, and how he's bustin' cap
You need to kick back, homie, just relax
And take a chill pill, for real, pull down the steel
And put ya fists up, when it's time to get, I'll
The grill from the chest, mano a mano
Somos Chicanos
Somos hermanos

[Down:]
What up, loco, it's the real O.G.
Lil Rob got my back, when I'm ballin' in the S.D.
Packin' a chrome
I'm a sign like a cellphone
Loc'ed After Dark like the homie Tone Loc
Bang
Bang
And I burn rubber
Trey sit back to a stolen Hummer
When I'm dippin' out
In my brown Impala
The brown super hero, hold it down for the raza
Yeah

[Ese Daz:]
Yeah
To all the soldiers livin' hard times
My heart goes out
That's why I write lines
From the cora, hun
We speak ahora
And drop those gangsta hits we call rolas
This is for the homies and for the cholas
You know Mexicanos got the chrome pistolas
It's all about the green
The white
The red
This Mexicano sets the west coast trend

[Lil Rob:]
Hey, what's happenin', man
It's ya homeboy Ese Lil Rob
That's right
Thanks for pickin' up the Mextape
Twelve Eighteen Uncut
For the streets
For the Calles
That's right
Put it down for the brown side of town
That's right
I say what's up to everybody out there, doin' they thang

 

[fox69]

"Hey There Ms. Brown"

"Hey There Ms. Brown"


Love problems
Money and drug problems
That's all some shit that brings you down...

[Verse 1]
My life couldn't get worse, I wake up with a curse
It's like, fuck, I woke up
Me and my chick just broke up, and I was broke up
I just lost trust for people all around me
Not just friends, not just aquaintences, but also family
And it's sad to see family be like an enemy would be
You're no longer family, now you're just an enemy to me
Don't speak to me, I'm high
Not high enough to not feel the pain
Of being betrayed, played, portrayed for a fool
That shit ain't cool, we ain't in school
I quit school because of the playground
Now my homeboys that have been down and stayed down
Well now they get around
They do what they do, do what they did, had kids
And that's all good though
It's not their fault I'm all alone, in my lonely little hood holmes
Behind the smile theres a frown, sad enough to bring you down
Hey there Ms. Brown, I'm feelin down
Hey there Ms. Brown, I want you 'round

[Chorus]
Heeey there Ms. Brooown
I want you rooound
I'm feelin dooown
Heeey there Ms. Brooown
I need you rooound
I'm feelin dooown

[Verse 2]
I see you kickin back with the homies all the time
And I wanna try you, what would you do to, me
Is it true what they say, you could take my pain away
Leave me with nothing but sunny days, and take my rain away
Right away, what am I missing, how could I miss something I never had
Are you, really that bad, don't even know you, but I want you so bad
Guaranteed to make me feel good, I wish you would
Should I introduce myself to Ms. Brown, I think I should
Mucho gusto, such a sweet love
Sweet like chocolate, make me feel higher, than weed does
She does things to me, that make me see things, in a whole new way
I'd pay any price to feel this nice
You're priceless, make my life timeless
Thank you for your kindness
I just, can't get enough of you
You're so addictive, and I'm so addicted
Hey there Ms. Brown
I need you 'round

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm tryin to say I'm not perfect, you see we all make mistakes
I'm far from perfect, my heart aches, my heart breaks
Wish it didn't, but it does
Wish it wasn't, but it was
Try to look you, in the eye
But I can't see, through the fuzz
It's cuz of this, it's come to this, the, lonliest lonliness
I thought two times, when my primo told me this
He said, slowly she becomes you, 'till you become her
Then your life becomes a blurr and you forget who you were
I guess he's right, I look in the mirror and I don't know who I am
I'm lost, don't even know what direction I'm in
Hey there Ms. Brown, come paint a pretty picture again
I'm feelin down, Ms. Brown make me feel better again
I'd like to thank you for your, kindness
I just, can't get enough of you
You're so addictive, and I'm so addicted
Hey there Ms. Brown, I'm feelin down
I need you 'round

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Hight Til I Die"

"Hight Til I Die"


[lighter sparking up]
[inhale, cough]

[Lil' Rob speaking]
What's up?
Lil' Rob
Back on my own
The way it should be
The only way that it can be
Let's take to the sky

[Lil' Rob]
Pack my pipa full of grieffa
Just like my woman
I could never leave her, cheat her, need her
So I take a puff and another puff
Exhale, then I take a breather
Cause I'll take my time and do it right
I know where I'll be tonight
Clouding the night in my mind
Feelin' fine, this is mine
You wanna get high?
Well come back another time
When you really want to fly
Cause I plan to take it to the point
Where I don't know my name
Won't even know where I'm at
But want to come back
To this place, where I sit
Rather your lips will take a hit
Prepare for licked, bring the pipe
Or a spliff I hit is swiff
God's gift, to this world, got me in a twirl
In a whirl, everything I see is plural
I'm just blazing, hallucinating
And I can't lie, smoking crepa chocolate tie
Lemon teardrops falling from my eye
Take to the sky, on my natural high
Till the day I die

[chorus]
High till I die
I wanna get high, so high
High on the natural high

[Lil' Rob]
I can smoke it on my own
Never leave me alone
I'm in my zone
Stoned to the bone
Me in the dark, sittin' in the park
Forgettin' everything that hurts my heart
So I spark another joan, what's the poem?
Escape from reality, into a fantasy
That's sexuality, feel the passion
When the smoke is passin'
Everlastin' type of bud
When I smoke my buds
Takes me to a place
Smile upon my face
Cause she sets me free
From the things I see
Let me be somebody, hear my plea
It's only me, I'd rather be lonely
Roll it on my own, cause I hold my own
Toke it on my own, used to think of dyin'
Now I think of flyin', like I've never flown
Spread my wings and fly
Why lie? It's something that I can't deny
Take to the sky, on my natural high
Till the day I die

[chorus]
High till I die
I wanna get high, so high
High on the natural high

[Lil' Rob]
Life is like a maze
Got's me in a craze
So I hide away in marijuana's maze
Change my evil ways
Stayin' half a day
Captured in the rapture
Love the way she plays
Got's me feelin' very loose
Dizziness, love it when I feel like this
I'm real like this, smokin' all this flavored shit
It's time to call it quits
But once again my lighter flicks
And I take another puff
Just can't get enough
Of this happiness
Smoking canibus
Devotion to my potent potions
What I've chosen, love it when my time is frozen
Gots me in that motion, like I'm close to floatin'
Takin' to the sky, when I want to fly
And I'm sittin' on my cloud, like Joe Buton
Don't stop now, la grafepa gone, and I'm gone
It's the wicked, slicked, slide, type a guy
With, it's something that you can't deny
Take to the sky, on your natural high
Till the day you die

[chorus]
High till I die
I wanna get high, so high
High on the natural high

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Check this out
Lil' Rob
Pass me another one
Feels so good, feels so good
Up in my chest
No stress, no stress
Smoking on Mary
Ooooo, I wanna get high, so high
Ooooo, so high, so high, so high
On the natural high