PxMxWx - High Life lyrics

[Chorus: PxMxWx (The Big Man)] Local 580, Local 5 Local 5, Local Local 580 Local 5, Local 5 Local Local 580, Local 5 Local 5, Local Local 580 Local 5, Local 5 Local Local 580 [Lil Slim] Here comes an all star rapper Blowin' blunts with "The Big Man" I'm the dick slanger that these n***as just can't stand Since I'm a f**in' hustler bout bills and mills They got buster a** n***as try'na test my sk**s The Local 580 is where the gangstas dwell When I'm not spittin' gangsta sh** I got dope to sell Cause I'm "Tha Lil' One" ready to peel one Itchin' to pull the trigger, from my brand new gun Smoke bailin' out my nose, feelin' real tore down I'm "Thug'n & Pluggin" cause I'ma Ca$h Money clown Tec-9? [Tec-9] What up n***a? [Lil Slim] Do me a favor? [Tec-9] What's that? [Lil Slim] Load me gun and motherf** play a hater Smokin' blunt after blunt But I'm up on my game but These scandalous a** hoes Put dirt in n***as names I'm so tore down, I'm so tore down Damn! Pimp! I feel ya callin' cause I'm so blowed down [Yella Boy] I said to blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow me a gun Now smoke, now blow, blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow Blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow I need that bud in my life to propalize a situation Hurry up in lite that sh** ain't got no time For no fakin' I'm down with Two plus One That's the story we crackin' faces Like Nate Dogg and Warren G It's time to regulate the situation Blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow me a gun Now smoke, now blow, blow me a gun, now smoke, and now Blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow Cause I heard that had them sac's in the bricks ya see Nickel, dime, quarter even halves ya see I like to smoke a blunt on a regular f**in' basis Take that b**h straight to my head, it makes me Make many faces, now I'm walkin' up the block Seein' Boo-Koo fiends, they can never boot me up Cause, I'm a Third Ward King Now the Edward Sweet in the cigar we use I can never forget about the hoe, cause it makes it burn smooth and I hope ya brought some incense, cause we gonna do it again I'ma keep on boastin' my high, I'ma keep on makin' my head spin I got sweet in the tires for my n***a Lil Slim PMW is in the back with the "Juice in Gin" Now pay attention to the next story, as it is told Local 580 is on a mission and you know we stay blowed [Gangsta Dee] I say we back, and we still gettin' paid gee Ca$h Money Family better known as Local 580 The real a** n***as that [Mr. Ivan] Piggy de pop up on that a** b**h! [Gangsta Dee] n***a we the rollers, so motherf** that dumb sh** I'm down with old gee's I'ma B.G Out the One Three, the set that I'm claimin' You know it's really Valence Street For those who don't know B.G. is Baby Gangsta If you try to play me I'ma play you like a pranksta Baby and Slim they stand they grounds real tall They look out for a lot of people so God's gonna Bless y'all, but I'ma n***a bout gettin' paid Them punk n***as gettin' sprayed Them freaks come tweakin' Without no money they gettin' laid Cause I'm gettin' paid, that's all it's about The Local 580 n***as will put a dick in yo mouth I'ma heart breakin' n***a, I've been slangin' that iron Well f** o'l dog, cause b**h I don't mind dyin' My n***a the Mannie Fresh will have ya jumpin' Out of ya seat, he slam the dick in yo mouth Like he slam them funky beats Well I'm a gangsta hoes be strugglin' Better they be strivin' I'm down with UNLV, Pimp Daddy, Lil Slim and Mr. Ivan P-M-W a n***a that's about that pap Some old Valence Street n***a's Suga Slim and Baby Well I'ma Gansta with the Local 5-8-0 [Chorus] [Kilo-G] The Local 5 is gettin' high of the fire a** smoke Smokin' the gangster fat blunts gettin' ready to break You n***a's of a chunk, if you want some motherf**er So check my nuts them me grabs me Glock The split yo f**in' wig the f** up fool I get's ill on the real deal If yo dog a** can't recognize I'ma have to propalize A real gangsta situation , and bust ya me told ya not to step Me gives a f** so where my Neanors at? That fire a** chronic had me trippin' again Had me wantin' to grab my gat and Bang them b**hes still it start to clickin' But it ain't no need to throw a hoe stroke When I can smoke that weed, and stay constantly blowed All the time, me keeps my nine, and it's on my mind To bigge buck buck! don't even try to blow my high Gangsta leave 'em paranoid and stumpin' him with my trigger Bangin' up Bangvro, I'm k**in' with my Uzi n***a Because the fools in my click is dope The Local 5 Mob is gettin' gangstaly blowed n***a [Mr. Ivan] Buckin' 'em on that a** for the Nine-Four Mister Mr. Ivan n***a the gangsta from the 5-8-0 We kickin' blah blah! rollin' up a blunt full of that chronic A slug you can find that where the Luger-9 at? I got my fire gat, How the f** ya think you can hit my swisher A Hockey Mask murderin' motherf**er b**h, I hope ya got yo picture hmm Yo brains all over the side walk I only want to get blowed with the blunt in my mouth b**h I don't wanna talk Situation kind of scandalous I'm breakin' out the boy's so b**h a** can't get away With the f**in' madness, bluk bigge-de bluk When the sound of my bullet hit 'cha Hittin' straight from Luger for yo face I don't give a f**, give me a gun to blow my brains out Smokin' on that chronic gettin' blowed You know what I'm talkin' about You wanna get blowed with an Ninth Ward n***a the Gangsta Strapin' up the weed pipe with a motherf**in' hanger Hmm, ya dirty Bi-tch, why the f** you all on my back Bluk-Bluk Bluk! yo janky a** all over the chronic sac Smokin' out the blunt, givin' ya what 'cha f**in' want You at my tip, pa** the blunt, I pa** ya with the gun Shoot you in yo head till you dead then I'ma blah! f**in' with an Ninth Ward n***a I'm on yo a**! [Tec-9] Well if you know this or not sh**'s real hot, and all you s**ers better hold up Cause this track is swole up Don't need nothin' but for my n***as to support me Talkin' bout the Local 580 A group of gangsta a** n***as That hang real tight, got a lot of enemies Cause we doin' it right, stop in yo tracks and Set you a few feet back, I got my Glock, I got my Glock So n***a I'm bout to pop, before I got to get my serve on I need about an ounce of that dank, so I can Get my f**in' blunt on, called up Big Man ya see Get in the Vile n***a let's chill, got to get smoked up So that we can feel, the insides of a p**y Before I start to stickin' I grab my lighter and Start to flickin' to an fire a** blunt So n***a don't stunt, and I'm smokin' to my eye's get swole Cause a n***a from the Local 580 stay gettin' blowed [Chorus]