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Текст песни Cypress Hill - Highlife

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[B-Real]I rolled you up like my RizlaCut you up, with my sistersYou wanna get us - yeah, the venom spittersYour style`s trash: don`t litterYou got the jitters the hardhittersNo quitters your soul quiversWhen you see the gats blazin, get out the street nowThere ain`t no use for you beggin to turn the heat downYou label me coldbloodedYou wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thuddedYou can`t cut it You wack, but it`s - no use your mouth shut itShootin arrows diamond-studded, and still buddedYou got to love it, you better chase the paper all day So you can walk down the long platinum hallwayBut now the fools are minutemade;they get played for a minute then played out they never get back in itGun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floorYou got hit by the 4-4!Chorus: B-RealYou`re in the game called life, son - how you`re livin itStreet corner kids growin up blowin upYou chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylightsBut in the end your soul`s lost, you lost the shine rightNever turn your back ever, on niggaz true to youStand alone for the cheddar - and they`ll be through with youThe highlife; yeah, the highlifeThe highlife; yeah, the highlife[B-Real]You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easyIt`s gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat meThat`s when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticketAnd still kick it hardcore I`m runnin real with itNiggaz getting softcore, the people want morehardcore shit that`s why I give them an encoreCurtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin itYou can`t figure out the formula so you`re stealin it Can`t stand unoriginal cats with minimal skills that`s criminal - you fake bitches!You`re lookin for riches, in the wrong placesThe faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall feel your knees shatterThe bones breakin with your weak blatterPissin on yourself it don`t matterDead weight, the bed waits for you on the set dateDreams gone instead fate didn`t hesitateto put you away, close the gates now you`re locked outYour life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckersHave a nice trip see you motherfuckers!Chorus[Sen Dog]I live for the highlife, get my mind rightFuck the fame, the game and the limelightsFools that be out there tryin to duplicateBut they can`t match the aura, can`t impersonateSee the first things that comes to pass, is the blast of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a pathYou can`t help, but inhale and get strongYou need that good shit all up in your lungsI live fast, and keep energy in motionJah bless, so I feel I been chosenBut I know, (?) of he who conquersYou gotta come strong and sound off like thunderI check myself and make sure I`m comin real tightRhyme for my fam, the G`s and the highlife[B-Real]The highlife - hah, hah The highlife yeahChorus

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