Ol' Dirty Bastard - High In The Clouds FtInspectah Deck Lyrics
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- High In The Clouds FtInspectah Deck Lyrics
Album: High In The Clouds (ft. Black Rob) [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I wanna stay high in the clouds I wanna keep plenty of pussy around I'm gonna keep puttin' in bullets in pocket Just in case, it's goin' down I'm a Brooklyn soldier, yes, I'm is If you lookin' for a problem, here it is I'm worser than the cross and bones, and that's danger I don't give a fuck, what beef it is [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now I'mma get serious, pussy don't talk, went the heat come out Niggaz sleep on Dirty, til the street come out I like fame, but lockdown changed the nigga Now it's all about the gauge, on the stage for nigga 'cause haters wanna shoot, everything that shine So I'm prepared, to lock and load my rhymes Eat, two at a time, while my mind is bent And dare motherfucker, come with Brook' with that I be rollin' on the Boulevard, nothin' better rush I'm like Big Ben with my middle finger up Sidewalk hash, make thugs relax Got a team that could vile your habitat More gritty than Diddy, cause my hair's uncombed Streets I roam, are too hot to throw on poems Feel like L.A. blocks, home, when the yay is yo Gotta rob a motherfucker when the day is slow [Chorus] [Black Rob] Uh, pussy doctor, four-four cocker Platinum, baby, ya'll niggaz is goin' copper I'm down in Bad Boy South with the nigga Chopper Programmed to blow shit up, like Dennis Hopper Hella pointed, hop out the helicopter It's L.A.X. for the weed, it's hella proper I rap, but still stick hoes for door knockers And if she's persistent, block her, block her, block her Infered, I call it the show shocker It's M.S.G., with Jay-Z, the show stopper And this is for them gangsta dudes, know you boppin' That take dough, and don't take shorts for no coppers My team are life stoppers, watch me split ya life up Like Mekhi Phifer, in the movie "Clockers" And just for doing the thing, they try to lock us Wanna find me? I'm layin' the back with the pill poppers [Chorus 2X]
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