Gettin’ High

Gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Gettin' high in my neighborhood, Chocolate tie twistin'
Got the smoke; knockin' niggas out like Sonny Liston
Creepin'; Coupe De Ville, rollin' on Daytons
(Me thumpin' Reggae) For the bomboclaat Jamaicans
Junkies all be feinin' for the heroin in my possession
Cop pulled my over and he spotted out my Smith & Wesson
(Me say, "Coppa, please don't take me down")
But them niggas started trippin' so we had to bus' a couple rounds
(That's what them get, for always tryin' to start shit)
So rest in peace, with the rest of the dead police
And other niggas, we never gave a fuck about 'em
Me pealed them caps, and the surgeon pulls the bullet out 'em
Not everything's understood, up to no good
Niggas gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Gettin' high in my neighborhood, gettin' high...
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...
People die in my neighborhood gettin' high...
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Motherfuckers heard of my because I'm dangerous
I got my nina in my hand and not afraid to bust
Check yo "?mets?" motherfucker fo' you step to mine
'Cause when you mess around with Dice, nigga...
(Ain't no sunshine)
Nothin' but hell on earth, wishin' I'd died at birth
But since I didn't, this nigga, ain't bullshittin'
Run up on niggas with the quickness, handle me buidness...
And then kill the victim and the witness
Me asked the lord to change my life around
'Cause every night me have dreams of being buried six feet underground
I guess I was put here, to commit sin
Hang wit' my niggas; Smoke Buddha; drink juice & gin
(He's just your lonely ruthless nigga, ha ha ha ha)
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Gettin' high in my neighborhood, gettin' high...
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...
People die in my neighborhood gettin' high...
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Just hangin' with my niggas; smokin', kickin' it live
Slangin' boulders on the corner, niggas gotta survive
Coppers comin' through my neighborhood, fuckin' up blacks
Got the bitches on the corner sellin' pussy for crack
Lots of wicked motherfuckers killin' niggas for cash
Got the winos in the alleys eatin' food out the trash
(Another drive-by shootin') yep, the damage is done
We couldn't catch the shiesty nigga so we murdered his son
Retaliation in the hood, incarceration no good
Free-basin' understood
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Gettin' high in my neighborhood, gettin' high...
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...
People die in my neighborhood gettin' high...
Gettin' high in my neighborhood...

Roll a phat-ass joint...
(Reggae style)