Versuri Highlife

 
[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]