(Lil Rob in background)

[Fingazz] Get, high

[Lil Rob] Get, high

I mean, I think I got this man, you know

I know it's kind of high over there, just

[Fingazz] Get, high

[Lil Rob] Get, high

Roll them zig zags

Get, high

Homie, fill them bags up

Get, high

Let's, get, so

High

[Lil Rob]

(Verse 1)

I took a little bit of hierba and I grinded it up

Put it in the cup, with the volcano, then I watch it erupt

Blow up

Then I took a hit of the bag

It's comin' long ways since them old schoolers packin' zig zags

Que no?

Simon, holmes, I take to the sky

I stay high and supply

Why would you be surprised

And you should know just

By the fuckin' look in my eyes

Then my mind vaporize, I'm hangin' out with the guys

I'm gettin' high

Homie hooked it up with a lot of pot

Not the kind with the stick and seeds, but the kind that I like a lot

I'm

High

And I don't wanna come down

I stay high

From sundown til sundown, that's the rundown

I'm high, and I can't stop

I don't wanna stop

Special effects, love the effects that Marijuana got

I'm

High

I take it straight to the brain, ey

Shouts out to Pete and Bash for gettin' me high the same high

Chorus: Lil Rob {*slowed down*}

Hey, put them rags up (Get, high)

Roll them zig zags up (Get, high)

Homie, fill them bags up (Get, high)

Let's, get, so, high

Hey, keep them rags up (Get, high)

Light them zig zags up (Get, high)

We fill them bags up (Get, high)

Let's, get, so, high

(Verse 2)

In fact, I think I'm addicted, ey

Sittin' back at the pad with a pound, just getting twisted, ey

Writin' rhymes to a sound that I found, you see my vision, ey

When you done with the bag, make sure you pass it back this way

I don't care if it's the weekend or a buisness day

It don't matter anyway, fuck it, I get some ins today

As how low like my bandana is

My eyes are low my caro

Everytime that I'm draggin' it

I'm a jura mag-a-net

In a damfla that's emaculate

With marijuana smoke coming out the back of it

Lookin' like the fuckin' rags on fire

Drivin' with a suspended license and my tag's expired

Watchin' out for the chota, cause they can't have my mota

My yesca, my marijuana, my yerba buena

I love to fly, in fact, I'm one with the sky

The type of guy that loves to just get

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(Verse 3)

I'm the vato that puts the rag on the caraso

To keep the smoke in

The best, that I can

Why the mist in again?

Get lost in the smoke

Don't care where I'm at

I get lost, when I smoke

Hit the bags and put the shit in reverse

I'm pretty bad now, and it's just gonna worse

Spread my wings, I'm always ready to fly

I got some weed, come with me and get

Repeat Chorus