Trick Daddy — So High

[Intro, Trey Songz & Trick Daddy] Trick Daddy Dollaz Eightball, Trey Songz We high Good evenin' ladies and gentleman This is your captain speakin' to ya I'd like to welcome all of you aboard my flight A flight that's promised to take you high Way high up in the sky So get out ya blunts Ya Dutchmasters and ya Backwoods And I'll turn ya seatbelt signs off [Verse 1: Trick Daddy] I only smoke the best bud Jamaica and Bahamas got the best herb, yes sir I could smoke, toke after toke Won't give a triple choke and it won't hurt my throat, nope Chinky eyed, just ridin' and vibin' on that real fire Be high for two, three hours And I'm cool with A-I, but hey I ain't too much into Phillie's but split a Dutch and I'll re-fill it And I ain't friendly, so nope, ya can't hit it I smoke good trees, your collard greens full of reefer seeds You use too many chemicals Too much added stuff, fool, it ain't real kush One joint of that G-14 Will have you higher than your highest dreams, just floatin' Not knowin' if you're comin' or goin' But when it's partly cloudy, be prepared for the storm and get high [Hook: Trey Songz] Roll up and feel the vibe, lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside, exhale, we so high Roll up and feel the vibe, lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside, exhale, we so high High, high, high Deep inside, high, we so high High, deep inside, high, we so high High, feel the vibe, high, lay back, enjoy the ride [Verse 2: Eighball] Roll a Cigarillo, fire it up and hit it Feels so good man, it's hard for me to quit it M-I-A, land of the palm trees T double D came through with the bomb trees And when a nigga inhale this I had to put my shades on, get behind tint In the clouds, lookin' down on the ground Eightball, big black playa from the mound Remember when, I used to have them dime-sacks Lil ma circle by my house with the weed trap Now my Zip-Lock's be full of bubble-kush Spark it like a broad's bush when she's on douche Fruit cocktail, you could tell by the smell Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here Let's fly tonight Come ride with your boy and get high tonight [Intermission: Trey Songz & Trick Daddy] Feel the vibe Ain't nothin' like bein' able to smoke-smoke good-good Enjoy the ride, deep inside And be way up here in the air We so high Away from all the troubles Feel the vibe And problems that's goin' on down there in the real world Enjoy the ride Oh, it feel good, don't it? Deep inside, we so high [Hook: Trey Songz] Roll up and feel the vibe, lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside, exhale, we so high Roll up and feel the vibe, lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside, exhale, we so high [Verse 3: Trick Daddy] The only people I know, who don't smoke Is Jesus, C-O, and my last P-O Yo, but I ain't on papers no more Ain't gotta creep and sneak, at least not to blow I spent my first two years gettin' high By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's That was 'round '84, '85 Smoke all week for the dimes, now nigga, that's live Visine to help clear my eyes Sprayed cologne on, when it was time for me to go home I been doin' this for twenty years Ain't never seen or heard one man that weed done killed So just chill, take a puff here, there To bring ya down a lil' off ya pills After that, go and eat'cha a meal But you gon' have to bathe ya ass to get the smell out your hair, yeah [Hook: Trey Songz] Roll up and feel the vibe, lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside, exhale, we so high Roll up and feel the vibe, lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside, exhale, we so high [Outro: Trick Daddy] Sad enough, yours truly The booger-man himself 'Bout to take you all across the world Take ya everywhere with the electric chair Gon' let you see anythin' with the wind But then again You'll never get high like this again Come again my friends