Hill Cypress Highlife Lyrics

Highlife Lyrics

B-Real] 

 I rolled you up like my Rizla 

 Cut you up, with my sisters 

 You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters 

 Your style's trash: don't litter 

 You got the jitters the hardhitters 

 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 minutemade; 

 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! 

  

 Chorus: B-Real 

  

 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 

  

 [B-Real] 

 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 softcore, 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 shatter 

 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! 

  

 Chorus 

  

 [Sen Dog] 

 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, 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 

  

 [B-Real] 

 The highlife - hah, hah 

 The highlife yeah 

  

 Chorus