B-Real - Recipe For High Times lyrics

The very first time I hit the wide I was young, cufh all alone, High strong, back in eighty one Go to school, hitting a Budda behind the petures Caught in the cla** high so it will last for that teachers n***a back, n***a back, I'm done to that n***a Selling joints took the hundred soket like anone sinkel I just wanted to party what I want is that wide But others was running out I was still plan to sit, hold broke, back on Boogie I'm still stole, got my wide plants Call you on your telephone-phone I remember when I can only get set on those cases Now I'm socking out, gangy, such stunking the hate Rol it back, plug, twist it got the end don't run I hate it whne they don't take the sits up the plug Am I your plug, roll this how I like, rock this on the field sponsored links Spinnin my wide plan, f** it brokers with no sk** I should try to f**, but how to roll in? Go sit, rolling and then get higher Doctor Green don't miss the wide, I procide to give to earb man what he need You might catch me in and then let 'em looking like a boss You have in...party in New York Textes I'll be scrued up, shut are not really pimping But nothing like my home town and forever living They come from They come from For the women be around, they come from Got that women and stay here forever Only sounds like they coming pretty What,what more can I say What,what more can I say Welcome to LA, let's take a trip down, memory remain At the age of forteen when I was introduce to Mary Jane A misterius kid, I thought I was though On the street sound center acting buggin and roaf I wil skip cla** alwayse hanging with my cousin Shut, play in nighty seven taking sweets and coniac But one day while we were gettting pack He surprise me braking , now the fats stikky here They roll it up, lead it up Try no to chop but my number is over come and smoke No joke it was such a funny feeling I had to earn and eat and was that all for no reason I play it off, fronting like I wasn't face but every day I was f**ing play Confused and dased, higher the Jimmy snucker jumping off the cage Come buy with Jerrold Migy when he play for the haze You might catch me in and let here loking like a a boss ...party in New York Textes I'll be scrued up, shut are not really pimping But nothing like my home town and forever living They come from They come from For the women be around, they come from Got that women and stay here forever Only sounds like they coming pretty What,what more can I say What,what more can I say Welcome to LA, let's take a trip down, memory remain