- Votes:
- Composers:
- Larry Muggerud
- Louis Freese
- Senen Reyes
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- best
- cypress hill
- rap
 
- See also:
Cypress Hill - Highlife lyrics
I rolled you up like my rizla
 Cut you up, with my sisters
 You wanna get us yeah, the venom splitters
 Your style's trash, don't litter
 You got the jitters the hard hitters
 No quitters your soul quivers
 When you see the gats blazin', get out the street now
 There ain't no use for you beggin' to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
 You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
 You can't cut it
 You wack, but it's no use your mouth shut it
 Shootin' arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
 You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
 So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
 But now the fools are minute made
They get played for a minute
 Then played out they never get back in it
 Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
 You got hit by the 4-4
You're in the game called life, son how you're livin' it
 Street corner kids growin' up blowin' up
 You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
 But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
 Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
 Stand alone for the cheddar and they'll be through with you
 The highlife yeah, the highlife
 The highlife yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
 It's gettin' greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
 That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
 And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin' real with it
 Niggaz getting soft core, the people want more
 Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
 Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin' it
 You 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 places
 The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
 When you fall feel your knees shatterCypress Hill - Highlife - http://motolyrics.com/cypress-hill/highlife-lyrics.html
 The bones breakin' with your weak blatter
 Pissin' on yourself it don't matter
 Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
 To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
 Your life cable, with all the porn channels blocked out
 (Damn!)
 What you good for? Nothin', so be gone suckers
 Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers
You're in the game called life, son how you're livin' it
 Street corner kids growin' up blowin' up
 You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
 But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
 Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
 Stand alone for the cheddar and they'll be through with you
 The highlife yeah, the highlife
 The highlife yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
 Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
 Fools that be out there tryin' to duplicate
 But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
 See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
 Of the cypress hill weed funk blazin' up a path
 You can't help, but inhale and get strong
 You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
 Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
 But I know, these of he who conquers
 You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
 I check myself and make sure I'm comin' real tight
 Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
 The highlife, hah hah
 The highlife, yeah
You're in the game called life, son how you're livin' it
 Street corner kids growin' up blowin' up
 You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
 But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
 Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
 Stand alone for the cheddar and they'll be through with you
 The highlife hah, the highlife
 The highlife yeah, the highlife















