Cypress Hill — Highlife Fredwreck Remix

[Verse 1: B-Real] You wanna stop what I feel, block what I feel Keep a nigga 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 Bitches, 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, nigga Legal or illegal, you and my peoples together or not We get high like seagulls, nigga, rollin' in Regals, nigga 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, nigga, you hard to find" And actin' like I ain't gotta work hard for mine Like shit's given to a motherfucker for free Be independent, motherfucker, 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 shit 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 motherfuckin' day Interior motive movements of you niggas actin' gay I ain't trippin' my foes, 'cause all of 'em hoes That's fully exposed, you niggas like some cum on your clothes [Verse 4: King T] We talkin' 'bout the high life, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout Miller Just another life appropriate for a killer T-La straighten it out, that nigga got scrilla Wait, back up, pull some cash out, nigga Bitches get tossed and turned, when I floss and burn this hydro Bitch, 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 Nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas stay the same [Verse 6: Kurupt] We live the high life, high times, new zone, new licks New shit, 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 shit We just can't live with it and we can't live without this shit The motherfuckin' high life, punk bitch [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)