Highlife (Fredwreck Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Real]
You wanna stop what I feel, block what I feel
Keep a n*gga from livin' on top of the hill
All you envious, dangerous, scandalous haters
You can't fade us or eliminate us to get famous
You want the limelight (Light), so get rhyme tight (Tight)
But you want the high life overnight
b*tches, cars, jewels, cheddar
But when have you ever paid dues? I think never
It took me a few years, so lookie over here
So you could learn something and become rookie of the year
MVP, VIP, chillin' on MTV and BET
You wanna be a winner, beginner? Study your artform
I get the mic warm 'til I leave the mic torn

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
In the inkling of a second, you'll find him behind screens
Seen scope, beam, rope, rabble shifted
Hit up, bent backwards, split up, lifted
Two to the chest and his torso twisted
Gangstas is back and out there
Watchin' like eagles, n*gga
Legal or illegal, you and my peoples together or not
We get high like seagulls, n*gga, rollin' in Regals, n*gga
See, yeah, I know you, I've seen your type before
You all bark and no bite, I've seen your type before
I'ma show you somethin' though, I keep it G
See the Chucks (Laced up), khakis (Sharp crease)
Talkin' 'bout, "Damn, n*gga, you hard to find"
And actin' like I ain't gotta work hard for mine
Like sh*t's given to a motherf*cker for free
Be independent, motherf*cker, like B-Real and me
Talkin' 'bout the high life
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen-Dog]
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path)
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path)

[Verse 3: Baby S]
Mr. Draw on a Mark, take this rap sh*t serious, brah
And represent 'cause see no fear in this brah
I got broads who ain't odd as y'all
I got homies in the pen' with more hoes than y'all
And what can I say, it's just another motherf*ckin' day
Interior motive movements of you n*ggas actin' gay
I ain't trippin' my foes, 'cause all of 'em hoes
That's fully exposed, you n*ggas like some c*m on your clothes

[Verse 4: King T]
We talkin' 'bout the high life, n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout Miller
Just another life appropriate for a killer
T-La straighten it out, that n*gga got scrilla
Wait, back up, pull some cash out, n*gga
b*tches get tossed and turned, when I floss and burn this hydro
b*tch, try some Tae Bo to catch the feelin'
When I was in the Hub drug dealin'
I did it by night, with my mic, livin' the high life
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen-Dog]
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path)
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path)

[Verse 5: B-Real]
You scopin', hopin' for a light to open
n*gga, you gotta be high and jokin', your plan's broken
Six size timeless flows, you spineless hoes
Gotta raise up, pays up, or get blazed up
Reel in Kurupt, will it erupt for a minute, Lieutenant
You wanna get in it, then don't get offended
'Cause all I wanna do is celebrate the brain
So n*ggas like me and you be winnin' in the game
While you're runnin' for the fame, you're followed by the flame
But it's all good 'cause you lame n*ggas stay the same

[Verse 6: Kurupt]
We live the high life, high times, new zone, new licks
New sh*t, toothpicks, two clips extend
They can't stand the force, overhand the force
Expand the force of eleven
Cannons, Berettas shreddin' through leathers and sweaters
Sign extinction, so slow down, baby
'Cause believe me, baby, it can go down, baby
Man, I'm out this sh*t
We just can't live with it and we can't live without this sh*t
The motherf*ckin' high life, punk b*tch
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen-Dog]
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path)
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
The high life, the high life, yeah
(Cypress Hill weed funk blazin' up a path)