Thugstaz Want To Get High

You could die, you could die
You could die, you could die (what)
Til the day I fucking die..

[Mr. Sancho - Chorus:] x2
Thugstaz want to get high, high, high
Until the day that I day

[Mr. Sancho - Verse 1:]
I'm feeling like a (?)
Having clouded up my mental
I play my instrumental
Feeling really so essential
Hypnotized by the loveliness
Maryjane insane in the brain
I need her to maintain
To uh, keep it all the sane
The chronic buds that I be smoking
Whilen I'm out lowking with my crew
Morhafuckas talking shit
Hitting the spliff I thought you knew
Keeping it true to the chronic yesca
Joined a couple homeboys for this fiesta
Kicking it on the couch with a hyna
With a bottle of cerveza
Illusions on confusions leaves my mind into conclusions
Never, never, ever gonna hesitate
When I drink the proper fuze
Into the brain take control
All the lyrics that I flow
Feedin smoke into my soul
Bust a mack upon this hoe
Don't let go
Smoke another jay and work her slow
Speed it up just a bit to reach the point of no control
I'm getting high, high, high
That's right getting high, high, high

[Mr. Sancho - Chorus:] x2
Thugstaz want to get high, high, high
Until the day that I day
Thugstaz want to get high, high, high
Until the day that I day
Blazing up the jay
Blazing up the blunt
Smoking up the bong
And getting what you want
Blazing up the jay
Blazing up the blunt
Smoking up the bong
And getting what you want

[Mr. Sancho - Verse 2:]
Come on and take a walk
Through the cloudiness of my mind
It's the yesca fucking it up in my brain
In a matter of time
Ain't no crime committed
I grab the joint and hit it split it in half
Pack it in a pipe
Fire it up
The jay's a memory of the past
(?)
Mouths feeling dry and (?)
Grabbing a glass of water to chill
We kill all the time that I want to kill
And still feel relieved
Like a success for robbery to a thief
Or a high jacking perfectly
(?)
I'm out the door cuz you know that it's forsure
Forsure, forsure, forsure
Estoy listo fumando la mota mi stilo
Con una botella de pisto
Con permiso, quieres un toque
Pero la hyna no quiso
Un paraiso que no quisiste (?)
Me pone que quieres tirar
Vas a amar el humo que te hace llorar
Y looming on the jay
Y looming on the blunt
Disfruta todo el humo
And get in what you want
(?)
Cus I be blowing smoke all up into my mind
Fine, all of the magic I possess
Chronic smoke up in my chest
Yes I must confess
Maryjane has always been the best

[Mr. Sancho - Chorus:] x2
Thugstaz want to get high, high, high
Until the day that I day
Thugstaz want to get high, high, high
Until the day that I day
Blazing up the jay
Blazing up the blunt
Smoking up the bong
And getting what you want
Blazing up the jay
Blazing up the blunt
Smoking up the bong
And getting what you want

[Mr. Sancho - Verse 3:]
Got a joint in my hand
And I'm clouding up the land
Getting eerie ass fuck
And I don't give a damn
Got another one in my (?)
And a $20 sack
Hear a knock at the door
So I hide it behind my back
It's just my homeboys
Coming in with they chrome toys
Bringing they own sac
Chugging a bottle up with a joint
We always prepretrate
And we never hesitate
The jura never trips
Cus we never instigate
It's the yesca fucking it up in my brain
I never feel no shame
Cus I need it to maintain, maintain, maintain
Toking and toking and toking and hold it in
It fucking burns
Hurting like a bitch but it's cool I keep it firm
Yeah, I'm getting high
Yeah, I'm getting high
Til the day I fucking die
Til the day I fucking die
Til the day I fucking die