Текст пісні Malia Og - Juicy J

Malia Og

After five, the day ends and the night begins\nAfter five, when one starts to signify one self\nAfter five, the cities come alive, after five\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nI’m a dog like Snoop, don’t stop smoke it all like Snoop\nThat’s all I do, if one don’t cut it, I’ll roll me two\nI might pour me a deuce, double cup, double cross, Jesus\nBig Xans, big purp, nothin' new, I’m high, no lie, that’s true\nThat ain’t no dope, baby hit this, this that tree, no Chrismas\nThis that kill, no witness, where did I get it from? Nigga, mind your business\nSmoke all night, no limit, gas so strong, can’t finish\nYou think you smokin' that Cali weed but this here somethin' different\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmokin' out pourin' up drink all in my cup\nOne more pill two more drinks and oh you wanna fuck\nIf I wasn’t rappin' i’d still be rich as fuck\nI’d still be smokin' out my brains, I’d still be lit as fuck\nNo Wraith but you lookin' at a star tho\nLA, I ball like Lonzo, make a call tell 'em drop it off pronto\nRoll a whole zip in a fronto, QP every week what I run through\nSmokin' dope like the kind like your uncle\nShit will put you on your ass like a 1−2\nBlue cheese, what I spend when I thumb through\nI be on the moon on the regular\nSmoke hit like a shroom, no regular\nI’m so high, no service on my cellular\nI ain’t got to pick 'em up they mailin' 'em\nMan I got so much you’d think I’m sellin' it\nI just tell 'em I’m just inhalin' it\nSmoke with me, get higher than you’ve ever been\nStoned angel like it’s heaven sent\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nSmoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes\nGet higher baby, get higher baby\nGet higher baby, this that fire baby\nAfter five…\n«Ask somebody, ask 'em, ask somebotay. This how it is. I’m the type of\nmuthafucka that gotta have my own. I got to hustle for my own, and any man out\nthere got to feel me. It ain’t about milkin' off the next man, that’s a\nmuthafuckin' hoe. I’m a muthafuckin' pimp. I’m finna come up on my own.\nI’ma get my own sack. I don’t wanna be nobody’s worker all my life.\nI want my own muthafuckin' kilo. You understand me? So that’s what I did.\nChaka a hustler, and I’m a hustler. So everybody understand it.\nAin’t no one man gon' stand in one spot forever. That’s a sucka!\nI’m a hustler, I’ma come up.»