Wais P - We Stay High lyrics

[Intro:] Sometimes keeping it real goes wrong Termanology, Ras Ka**, Wais The P and Statik [Hook:] My block stay high, guap stay high You could tell I'm high, by the look in my eyes Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high I sell coke and sell weed to get by Round stay fly, B steak fine All over the scene, and scream and get live You know me, got them blood shot eyes No reason to keep a disguise I get high [Verse 1:] I'm a skyrider, no airplanes I'm a fly rider, skype s** rotten neck roll Futuristic sci fi Big boy cabs, like moms and alcoholic type rider Turn b**hes on, no cuts, I'm a wildfire West side of Californication, I'm a best sider Pissed on your b**h, Adam's apple, now it's just cider In wider, static wise thrown, it's cla**ic We create hip hop word to Mister Magic I'm from Doctor Jekyl to Mister Hyde So mister hide he thinks to ride My papi feel like hip hop got too flossy I put a rapper in a wheel chair like De Gra**i Animal, cannibal, Hannibal Lecter Mechanic inorganic, coronical congestion Listen, when God speak, you mental midgets f** studio thugs, I'm a skinny jeans biggen n***a [Hook:] My block stay high, guap stay high You could tell I'm high, by the look in my eyes Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high I sell coke and sell weed to get by Round stay fly, B steak fine All over the scene, and scream and get live You know me, got them blood shot eyes No reason to keep a disguise I get high [Verse 2:] A pimp sits on mount Everest I treat a b**h p**y like a treasure chest Diamonds and furs, rubies Overseas money, indian rupees Lady squares with the truth, that's my f**ing duty Lizard on my shoulder, snake through my belt loops And I ain't talking snakeskin I got alive Cobra Tai, let the tongue slither break gla** cut you with the sliffer Mixed martial arts, poison partial darts k** you all for hard, stop your hearts Your blood pressure's the only way, you top the charts Flow voga, dick crime, beat the case, white border Got away clean, feeling sunder Or maybe, call me Casey, Anthony, anthropologist Acknowledge this, I went solo Dave Hollister Polisher, abolish you with the silencer Put holes in you like a calendar Any date on the calendar [Hook:] My block stay high, guap stay high You could tell I'm high, by the look in my eyes Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high I sell coke and sell weed to get by Round stay fly, B steak fine All over the scene, and scream and get live You know me, got them blood shot eyes No reason to keep a disguise I get high [Verse 3:] Hey yo, my dog 7 30, whip 7 40 Sold 40000 records, still sippin 40's Money can't change me, chain still goldy I shut down every club, call me 40-40 Got 40 shorties, down to get naughty Life of the party, in everybody story Cake standtee, got trees in my leaves Got trees like the leaves, blowin piff in the breeze Wise came in the mink, rise in the low low With a couple white girls, looking like coco Took a couple kims, brought them to my dojo Slammed them on the mat, then put them in the chokehold Ladies call me a freak, fellows call me awesome Cause I write records bout menages and foursomes LeBron's and the forces, Jay's man I got em all That's why the crib stay looking like the mall [Hook:] My block stay high, guap stay high You could tell I'm high, by the look in my eyes Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high I sell coke and sell weed to get by Round stay fly, B steak fine All over the scene, and scream and get live You know me, got them blood shot eyes No reason to keep a disguise I get high