Junts We Choke Pt. II (So High) lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Carmike]
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Buster ass n*ggas talk sh*t, can't back it up
Wound up, gettin' served by Little Gin, don't give a f*ck
Hidin' in the bushes on your ass 'til you come out
c*ck my Smith & Wesson back, to your motherf*ckin' mouth
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck, see the police can't catch me
n*ggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherf*ckin' face, where it hurt the most
Leavin' n*ggas shirts soaked 'cause I'm full of that f*ckin' dope
Drive-by on a ten speed, your mama lookin' out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that b*tch to kiss my nuts
Rat, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, we leavin' n*ggas on they motherf*ckin' bizznack
Claimin' you a killer, I can tell, trick, you won't shoot sh*t
I'm leavin' mountains on your head when you think you can step to this
Player, Lil Gin, I never get no f*ckin' rest
Stop slippin' with that ana' on your chest
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Carmike]
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t

[Verse 2: Carmike & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Why, oh why, must I smoke?
Lungs fillin' up to the capacity (The time is) choke
Ooh, I got the flavor for a motherf*ckin' blunt-junt
It's the Carmike, comin' at your ass, so just pass, the Buddah
Straight contact, blow a shotgun to my nose
Me and Skinny, Gin, ridin' clean (The time is), sweatin' them heavy hoes
Oh, rise up on the left hand side of Skinny
Holds up a quarter pound, damn, them fools got plenty of dope
Green dope, my pretty boy smile don't joke
b*tch, you didn't know this was pimp sh*t, Triple 6 Mafia, Gimisum Family, b*tch
Junts we choke, indo bud in my f*ckin' brains from the dealers, time to crank up then let's stang
Skinny n*gga's on my right hand side (Ay, Lil' Buck, mane, give me that Yak)
Smoked out windows, b*tches can't see who's inside
You know we f*ckin' blow, blind from them smoked out windows

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Carmike]
(The time is), so high, (The time is)
So high, so high-so high, so high
H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
So high, (The time is), so high, so high-so high
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Triple Six, Gimisum, Triple Sixness
I bless you with a bullet point blizzank in your f*ckin' chest
A bullet proof vest, save it for your friend to put over his head
Cause Mr. Pizznaul shootin' straight for some dreads
I bled to be in the Triple Six, this sh*t so f*ckin' thick that I would die for it
Some night the killer or Lucifer standin' behind your back with swords of war
The Gimisum Family, the Triple Six too, you see
You be thy enemy, you be's no f*ckin' friend of me

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
I be like chiefin' high, f*ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
I'm rollin' up blunts so fat, trick, Cheech he can't f*ck with this
Take you a hit of that light green and sh*t as we blowin' the dope while inhalin' the smoke, the Triple Six, Gimisum Family clique, we thick, trick, can you cope?
No, man, I can't go so low, don't flex against my death TEC
With a boulvine motherf*ckin' crazy check, Mr. Koopsta Knicca clickin' with the bloody deck
So I splizziff, I'm guarded by the vapors that you chief it
Junts we smoke part two, fool, don't let this be your deathwish

[Verse 5: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Lil Buck , Lil Gin & Koopsta Knicca]
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop-top
Smoke scatterred out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let your brain soak off this rizzeefer, this sh*t so fire, my nig', from the drive-by Indica
Lil' Buck up in this b*tch, Swisher Sweets, we chop and split
The Buddah got me so damn blinked
Drink the Yak, strike the match, fire the sack, brains gone, flames blown straight to my dome *achoo*
But no the flu, light green weed, Papers? No, sweets
Give me gun, my nig', knock me off my feet
You do hear me, though, I gave my mama a gun through her nose
Then it rushed her skull, then it bust her eardrum, uh
Higher than a motherf*cker and I hate Bone—(High)
Thuggish Ruggish Busters
The thicker, the rougher the ruthlessness, hustler, as I trip on this
Skizznunk now I'm crizznunk with a b*tch up in my trizznunk
So boy, you keep on talkin' that sh*t, I'ma clizzick kinda quizzick
Dump one b*tch and mess some hoes
Mane, fire that dope up, sh*t
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Carmike]
The time is, (So high)
The time is, the time is
So high, (The time is, the time is)
So high, so high, (The time is)