I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dope House Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblems is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus 'cause I got two Benz's
I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
'Cause I bought her and dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my semi auto 'cause I'm tryin' to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top hoe 'cause she workin' that taco
It's the top sellin' vato, 23's on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips and Bloods and Latin Kings
If it means anything this for all my G's
I'm in jail 'cause I forgot my fuckin' ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and fuckin' high
I'll be out before the mutherfuckin' sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the Third and that's my word
I'ma swang, I'ma swerve, I'ma park and scrape the curve
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missin' somethin'?
I know that I must be high so that I can function
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missin' somethin'?
I know that I must be high so that I can function
I'ma use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
Fuck 'em so good they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston like what? The damn Whitney
I'ma get 'em when I get 'em, I loved 'em and I fed 'em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let 'em when I see 'em I'm gonna wet 'em
Shut 'em down like D-Town and my homey Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit money
Four do's in this bitch and we gon' do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lyin' in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missin' somethin'?
I know that I must be high so that I can function
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missin' somethin'?
I know that I must be high so that I can function
I walks in the club grabbin' on my dick
As the police officers pattin' down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine fuckin' bitch I see is my ex hoe
I'm hoggin' and I'm doggin', creepin' and I'm crawlin'
Believe me this my callin', it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump-jump, boys trip, what-what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin' slab motor rocks up in No Man's Land
Burnin' off in my "Smokey & The Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my neck is just danglin' and janglin'
Sometimes I smoke the rain and get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal much nigga?
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dope House livin' prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop sayin', "Gracias"
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missin' somethin'?
I know that I must be high so that I can function
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missin' somethin'?
I know that I must be high so that I can function