the days that im gettin High (thoes the only days that im feelin fine) the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High
the days that I'm gettin' high (those the only days that I'm feeling fine) The days that I, that I seem to be gettin' by Are the days that I'm gettin' high
[feat. B.o.B.] [Verse 1: Jessie J] Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the tale comes first, And the truth comes
o-treatin' Hell naw My primo told me, "Shut that down" They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounce On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerp Yeah
speak with some more clarity No luck needed, know no charity And I'mma grown man, don't need p-ssy to take care of me B to the O, I said it once befo
to much purple haze thats how i spent my dayz til i prove to snap coz im holdin it down at school on the streets im still gettin jacked still gettin
I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don?t know what y?all about to do But I?m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin? Quit
a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O.B
gone And hope niggaz got punished Kidnapped, jacked in the back with macs to they neck Rappers waitin to get done in Backtalkin - we tossed his ass out M.O.B
smokin, gun-totin, drinkin Ridin on our motherfuckin enemies Y'all know how we do it [Verse Three] I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L
got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine [2Pac] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier
nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge
B-R-I-D-G-E Flag to the right for the set for 93 (Braaa!) Niggas gettin' mad cause I'm gettin' tougher than some billa billa And I'm gettin' get yea
.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy
meet a b*ich, mack her then rip her apart. It's all in the game, a nigga can't change, If you don't break a b*thc then your game is lame mane. See I'm