Recipe For High Times Lyrics

The very first time I hit the wide I was young, cufh all alone,
High strong, back in eighty one
Go to school, hitting a Budda behind the petures
Caught in the class high so it will last for that teachers
Nigga back, nigga back, I'm done to that nigga
Selling joints took the hundred soket like anone sinkel
I just wanted to party what I want is that wide
But others was running out
I was still plan to sit, hold broke, back on
Boogie I'm still stole, got my wide plants
Call you on your telephone-phone
I remember when I can only get set on those cases
Now I'm socking out, gangy, such stunking the hate
Rol it back, plug, twist it got the end don't run
I hate it whne they don't take the sits up the plug
Am I your plug, roll this how I like, rock this on the field
Spinnin my wide plan, fuck it brokers with no skill
I should try to fuck, but how to roll in?
Go sit, rolling and then get higher
Doctor Green don't miss the wide, I procide to give to earb man what he need
You might catch me in and then let 'em looking like a boss
You have in...party in New York
Textes I'll be scrued up, shut are not really pimping
But nothing like my home town and forever living
They come from
They come from
For the women be around, they come from
Got that women and stay here forever
Only sounds like they coming pretty
What,what more can I say
What,what more can I say
Welcome to LA, let's take a trip down, memory remain
At the age of forteen when I was introduce to Mary Jane
A misterius kid, I thought I was though
On the street sound center acting buggin and roaf
I wil skip class alwayse hanging with my cousin
Shut, play in nighty seven taking sweets and coniac
But one day while we were gettting pack
He surprise me braking , now the fats stikky here
They roll it up, lead it up
Try no to chop but my number is over come and smoke
No joke it was such a funny feeling
I had to earn and eat and was that all for no reason
I play it off, fronting like I wasn't face but every day I was fucking play
Confused and dased, higher the Jimmy snucker jumping off the cage
Come buy with Jerrold Migy when he play for the haze
You might catch me in and let here loking like a a boss
...party in New York
Textes I'll be scrued up, shut are not really pimping
But nothing like my home town and forever living
They come from
They come from
For the women be around, they come from
Got that women and stay here forever
Only sounds like they coming pretty
What,what more can I say
What,what more can I say
Welcome to LA, let's take a trip down, memory remain