[Intro]
I'm so high (x4)
[Verse 1: Primo]
This shit is just too thick
So you can chill and rest your soul, and put your mind, up on cloud 9
And hop on to this G-flow
New era, so I dare, fool, to test the ruthless click
It's on, and to your dome, cause you don't know who you fuck with
T(z)ame, lame, please adjust the game, I warn all of you bustaz, we strapped with them thangs
Bring your crews or clicks, whatever you need, cuz ain't no comin' back bitch, I'm
Hetaeristic, get to splurge through your hood
Tini pimpin', loced out, smoked out, I'm legit, so it's all good
AC, dishin' out them snow-[?], chrome thangs on the crushed-offs
Runnin' straight from the 350
Make a playa vamp quickly
Off, In the wind, I'm ghost, l(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke, (while we rap this trip to hell, 'Mo), blame it on the dope
Inside, is the click and if you ain't, get off my dick
To sit back and roll them spliffs, and get crunk and close your lips
Then, peep out the scene, let my dope invade and have you in a daze
Mind blown, conscience gone, cuz we chief this hay
[Hook]
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
[Verse 2: 187]
Chiefin' in the kitchen, thinkin' deep up on some gangsta shit
Mr. 187 'bout to stress to you, a busta trick
Count-up down, one, you fail, aid you slip, I got that ass
Bet you understand about that nigga down for getting [?]
Then I get the dose and dreamin', knowin' I'ma ride clean
How them bitches gonna act, swanging on my ding-a-ling
I don't bar the bitches, how you figure that you coming off
Another nigga run, I put that pistol in yo fucking mouth
Let that shit just stress and get to talking on my dick, hoe
[?] call me mister, cuz they act like they don't really know
In my mind I picture that my, [?], is whirled up
Is it all a dream or is it me straight about [?]
[Hook:]
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, blame it on the dope
[Verse 3: Mr. Tinimaine]
[?] got me so damn high, light as a feather, I flow through the sky
Break down the Swisher Sweet, roll up another blunt
I'm [?] and chokin' the skunk
East Memphis niggas, we clickin' together, stack 'em like shackles
Then we roll deep through the night
Ten thousand motherfuckers coming at your ass, breakin' you off, something proper like Mike
Taxing with upper cuts, splitting your wig, your dome and jabbin' Muhammad Ali
Breakin' the style, to simplify while [?] like Mister Tinimaine, you see
Rushin' the door by the threes, me and Lil Kane and Primo laid 'em down on the flo'
Big Mikey, Timmy and Lil Yo came through the back door and they grabbin' the money and dope
Richie, the Zirk and Lil Flipper they hop in the minivan, cocking they Glocks at their feet
Red Dog alerted Z, hit round the corner, we jump in the Delta and pimp to the east
Sittin' at the table we chill, smokin' big blunts, laughing, dividing the loot
Campaignin', sippin' champagne and all of a sudden we heard that the police (don't move)
Everybody grabbin' straps, then shooting at the police, don't worry, they got on their best
Fuck it, they hittin' their legs and their arms and I'm killin' 'em, how in the fuck they gon' test
Niggas they hip with them G's, I can't give this shit up the easy, bury me if you can, under my roof
The truth, I never would lose, by setting the rules, you never can get me, the proof
[Hook:]
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, on the dope
I'm so high
L(z)ow, still in cloud of smoke
I'm so high
Blame it, blame it, on the dope
I'm so high
Blame it on the dope was produced by DJ Zirk & Tha 2 Thick Family.
Dj-zirk released Blame it on the dope on Sun Jan 01 1995.