"Gettin High On The Southside"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	Weed song with a catchy hook. Sounds a lil like Bone Thugs N Harmony.
	MP3.com CD: Lyrical Fusion Anthology - buy it! MP3.com CD: The Final Toast - buy it! CD: The Final Toast   Label: Millenaissance Credits: Produced by 808 Pimp. Rappers: Phatboy, Smokey, Lil Jay, 808 Pimp
	Story Behind the Song Its all about goin to South Beach in Miami or Ft. Lauderdale strip blazed off of some dosia and jus chillin livin life to the fullest. Lyrics Chorus 808 Pimp Im just so high rollin thru the southside Ocean tide, M-I close by Come and ride with me L-F-M-O-B what you see Roll another blunt homie Dont leave me lonely Cause I need you See what we do Blaze it for the people Next El-Po to the next sequel. Phatboy Livin that hi life what I'm towed up from the flo up Grab your dove n spread some luv We feelin nice Smokin right everynight Everythang is tight N we ridin n we slidin N we dirty south rhymin N we shinin n reclinin Break it up, roll my weed on the counter I'm lit up, now i feel it, hey dog wanna hit it, get faded Elevated Let's blaze it up n have some fun sparkin the blunts under miami's sun puffin live on the beach n lets run Wit joint in hand, in the sand Let's jump into the ocean So healin, great feelin, so alive that I could die, gettin high, Gettin high on the southside Smokey Im just so high, no lie Cant pass it up so playa whats the hold up Roll another blunt Can I get fucked up Rollin splifs the widths of treetrunks Hit the beach smellin like P-funk Let the beats bump Hit the curb if ya havent heard Lookin for the herbs wit tha herb No green No stressin Scrape my lungs for the resin Known for herb testin Blunt blessin Throat black Im guessin Another weed session No question Obsession Cause I havent learned my lesson. Lil Jay Im just so high rollin thru the southside Everyday a drive by People die Momma cry oh why oh why does it gotta be that way Burying bodies everyday Young niggaz on the corner slangin ya-yo Fill my mind with the indo Smoke take a toke then pass To the homie on the left Make sure the cypha is correct Show the south some love and respect Roll another blunt Im lit My brain is blitzed Always caught up in the mix Of some live shit Chill wit the tight click. LFMOB - Some of the realest MCs 808 Pimp Im just so high Rollin in the tank Swoll off the Dank Whutchu think? Towed off the Ol E drink Off to the bank to drop them dollas Holla holla get high no bothers When Im wit my crew Actin dirty On them 30s n Vogues Ridin slow Smoke out the window Toss me indo It aint no sin though Feel the wind blow On the way to the South Pole Sippin on Cisco Break and take a pull On the way to the weed hole We know we know Rollin dice Cee-low Chillin wit my peoples Pack another bowl Of the funk smellin like skunk Im just so drunk Feel the trunk buh budamp budamp LFMOB whats up whats up Raise it up Grab my blunt Blaze it up Sprinkle snow Lace it up Get me stuck Cause I wanna get towed up From my toe to the floor up All the players showed up Roll the doe up 23rd blow up Put your Mo up tip that cup Cause you know whats up LFMOB blow up Uh huh sho nuff.

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