Curren$y - Highed Up lyrics

Uhh. Yeahh. Rest In Peace Pimp C Fool Yeah, Uh Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up f** all that sh** you talk, you ain't got no Byzantine chain, Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes b**hes tangled in my slang - pilot language We a**a**inate them lames flash my high beams get the f** up out our lane say Trade, I swear this sh** going how we planned it, less a couple n***as though, I ain't really trippin' though see 'em when we see 'em send 'em bottles and a couple hos spread love is the Jet way, all day, me and my b**h ridin' to that Biggie up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket real n***as from my set know I still kick it others be like I don't f** with 'em, that's why I don't f** with 'em I don't know why though, I ain't ever f** with 'em would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em well f** n***as. We roll up bigger than you used to seein' smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein' this is trill n***a season, real n***as eatin', scrap, get the scraps if we leave em. Yeah Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up but all my joints gon' smoke so my b**hes get highed up