MC Eiht — Nuthin But High Endolude

[MC Eiht] Jeah…geah…jyeah…gyeah Ha ha, we in the muthafuckin’ house for the 9-4 Ain’t no love, hoe And right about now, we just gon’ kick back, you know’m’sayin’ MC Eiht, DJ Slip, my niggas on the run, Lil Hawk and Bird And we ain’t gon’ do nothin’ but get high Right now, you know’m’sayin’, this is going out to all my homeboys You Know’m’sayin’ kickin’ it in the studio right now, know’m’sayin’ Rollin’ up that chronic weed, you know’m’sayin’ And we ain’t doin’ nothin’ but getting high All the niggas out there just kickin’ it right now listening to this smooth shit They didn’t think a nigga could come like this one And it’s just a fat one for niggas getting high Jeah, right? What’s up, nigga? Just kick back and listen to this smooth shit For the little bitches and shit, and for the gangsta niggas ‘Cause that’s how it’s going down in the 9-4, nigga Ain’t giving a straight fuck Just kickin’ it, doin’ that smooth shit While we doin’ it, getting high, jeah Straight smooth, nigga That gangsta shit put you in the mood, you know’m’sayin’ Straight grab your hoodrat bitch, straight get it on, you know’m’sayin’ But before you go do that, you just pop in that C-M-Dub Kick back, you know’m’sayin’, roll, keep it hood or whatever, nigga ‘Cause it’s just a fact, you know’m’sayin’, we ain’t getting nothin’ but high Jeah, all them niggas out there listening to this smooth shit right now We just laid back, nigga, kickin’ it, you know’m’sayin’ Doin’ nothin’ but getting high Fucky Max is in the muthafuckin’ house, getting high, jeah That’s how we do Jeah, and to all them bitches out there that likes to smokes that chronic Listen to this one and blaze up the shit when you chillin’ with ambitions, reminiscin’ Talkin’ about that nigga Eiht with that smooth shit And all the niggas kickin’ it, know’m’sayin’, peep game You know the name—Westside, fool Compton, that smooth shit, getting high Nothin’ but getting high, that’s what I like—what about you? It’s going on, you know’m’sayin’, it’s going on, jeah So get that muthafuckin’ Phillie blunt, and get that chronic Not that stress, not that bammer Save it for ya mammy