| I get high on your memory | 
| High on your memory | 
| High on your memory | 
| I get high, high, high, high (everyday) | 
| I get high, high, high, high (every night) | 
| I get high, high, high, high (all the time) | 
| Everyday I need an ounce and a half | 
| S-P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half | 
| Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash | 
| So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave | 
| I get high cause I’m in the hood, the guns is around | 
| And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now | 
| And I’d rather roll something up | 
| Cause if I’m sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up | 
| I get high as a kite, I’m in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case I’m dyin | 
| tonight | 
| So I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could | 
| You got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high on your memory | 
| High on your memory | 
| High on your memory | 
| I get high, high, high, high (everyday) | 
| I get high, high, high, high (every night) | 
| I get high, high, high, high (all the time) | 
| Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey | 
| Matter fact I — smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy | 
| I smoke like Bob Marley did | 
| After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies | 
| Spit with the finishing touch, get this that | 
| Ima finish you before I finish the dutch | 
| I get high like the birds and the planes | 
| I get high when — bullets hit faces after words exchange | 
| I get a rush off the blood on the walls | 
| You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor | 
| I get high cause fuck it, what’s better to do | 
| And Ima never give a fuck, cause I’m better than you | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high, (I get high) | 
| I get high on your memory | 
| High on your memory | 
| High on your memory | 
| I get high, high, high, high (everyday) | 
| I get high, high, high, high (every night) | 
| I get high, high, high, high (all the time) | 
| Im’a smoke 'till my lungs collapse | 
| I’m from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack | 
| Where the dollar bill is powerful | 
| I smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do | 
| I get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin | 
| With my bill Gates the niggas that’ll die for a livin | 
| Shit I get as high as I could | 
| Cause if you see things, like I see things, Ima die in the hood | 
| Motha fucka understand its full service for you | 
| I don’t smoke the weed if it ain’t purple or blue | 
| And you can name any rapper, if you want it die | 
| This is s-p dumpin and bitch I get high | 
| I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday) | 
| I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight) | 
| I Get High, high, high, high (All the time) | 
| High, high, high, high (Everyday) | 
| I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight) | 
| I Get High, high, high, high (All the time) | 
| I Get High, high, high, high | 
| Highhhh |