Letras
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't, hola, fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace, say Dope house Records, Screws ton, Texas
Damned if I do and damned if I don't, hola, fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace, say Dope house Records, Screws ton, Texas
Diamonds in my emblem is cut like a prince's, you can keep the Lexus, 'cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines, 'cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro, click and clack my semi-auto
'Cause I'm trying to see tomorrow, got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my semi-auto 'cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho 'cause she's working that taco
It's the top-selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
Screens, margarita machines with street marines, got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything, this for all my G's, I'm in jail 'cause I forgot my fucking ABC's
DWI, drunk and fucking high, I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the Third, and that's my word
I'm a swing, I'm a swerve, I'm a park and scrape the curb
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
I'ma use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
No matter where I go, I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
Fuck 'em so good, they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you're strictly dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston, like what? The damn Whitney
I'ma get 'em when I get 'em I loved 'em, and I fed 'em
Live in peace, I ain't gonna let 'em when I see 'em I'ma wet 'em
Shut 'em down like D-Town and my homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
Drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
I walk in the club, all grabbing on my dick, Is the police officers pattin' down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress code, every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex-hoe
They say my bandana breaks the dress code, every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex-hoe
I'm hoggin', and I'm doggin' creeping, and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump-jump, boys trip what-what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slanging slam or the rocks up in no man's land
Burnin off in my Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometimes I smoke the rain and get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal, my nigga
Hook like Johnny Tapia, it's Dope house living prosperous
I tip my waitress, and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function