Keith Murray High as Hell Lyrics

It's a Beautiful Thing Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 When I Rap
  • 3 Incredible
  • 4 Some Shit
  • 5 Bodega Skit
  • 6 Slap Somebody
  • 7 Secret Indictment
  • 8 Radio
  • 9 Intersection
  • 10 Shut the F*ck Up
  • 11 Interlude
  • 12 Media
  • 13 Life on the Street
  • 14 Ride Wit Us
  • 15 Jungle Boogie
  • 16 High as Hell
  • 17 Bad Day
  • 18 A Message From Keith
  • 19 My Life
  • Phase one

    I grab the Henny and twist the top
    Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts
    I split the chalk with the dutch
    Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked
    Keith Murray's never smokin on babith
    *****s give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage
    Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black
    I smoke two back to back
    I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms
    With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar
    Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
    Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
    I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
    Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
    Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
    Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose

    CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X

    Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop
    Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots
    Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights
    Chickenheads that circle the block twice
    If you chokin then pass 'cause it's not a game
    *****es hit my blunts and never feel the same
    They start actin strange and kinda erotic
    I try to tell her you ain't nothin bout no chronic
    Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk
    And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York
    Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe
    If it wasn't for weed, *****s would be goin crazy
    So smell it from afar, comin from the bar
    Or rushin out when I open up the car door
    Whether home or party in a bag or a jar
    Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form


    I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, 'cause I'm not
    I'm just sayin that I smoke a lot
    Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott
    Or after the show in the parkin lot
    I only buy weed from a selective few
    'cause *****s is wicked and they will get you
    I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother
    She had extra weed so we rolled another
    No doubt, I hear you out
    Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out
    I'ma kite 'cause I missed the buddah spot before the flight
    And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights
    So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again
    You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken
    Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
    Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose


    Written by: Erick S. Sermon, Keith Omar Murray, Raymond M. Jackson
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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