Just chief the roach blunt fresh out the nest tryna relax
When I walk in see the DJ siftin' through wax
Take off the Walkman, jump in Snoop’s early years
Elevated, appreciating what all these girlies wear
Don’t touch I remind self as it happened
Man I wish I had paid actors for re-enactment
My beautiful sky he dropped grey skies on it And you miss and sigh (?) i call it a high moment
Cause the dj, he play the same lame song for the 5th damn time
Wax that you couldn’t sell on eBay
Tried to pull a chick outside, guess what she say
«That's my song playin'» with a pea brain
Well while y’all dance in inebriated trance imma hit the parkin' lot and try to come up on an amp
Cause imma be damned if I party with zombies
Back to my Walkman and the bitch that always calms me, smoke
I’m so high in the sky-high-high-high
I don’t know and I just don’t care for what they’re playin'(x2)
Well my fifths mean, kicks clean, herbs in my jeans
High as my pop and his pop, so birds in my genes
And fly since strictly hip hop (?), no words in between
So I walk in, get change
Just caught the shift change
From DJ whats his name to DJ sedative time
Who turned the cloud I sat on into a negative 9
Blendin' retro with techno, on top of a lets go echo
While chicks lick their lips at me but won’t show me they breasts though
My buds in a street fight, with stray cats and a soundtrack and i’m losin'
I slumber the racks on the back of a twotip that I’m usin'(?)
While I watch these cop-connoisseurs confuse it with music
Get drunk hit the dance floor and abuse it Just to think I, paid to get baked today
Then in an odd way paid these fuckers to take it away
Now, fuck it i’m out so, that’s okay
Like the half assed blunt I got stashed in the back of my ashtray
Feel me? (bitch)
I’m so high in the sky-high-high-high
I don’t know and I just don’t care for what they’re playin'(x2)