What They Playin? (Blow My High) - CunninLynguists, Natti

Just chief the roach blunt fresh out the nest tryna relax

When I walk in see the DJ siftin' through wax

Take off the Walkman, jump in Snoop’s early years

Elevated, appreciating what all these girlies wear

Don’t touch I remind self as it happened

Man I wish I had paid actors for re-enactment

My beautiful sky he dropped grey skies on it

And you miss and sigh (?) i call it a high moment

Cause the dj, he play the same lame song for the 5th damn time

Wax that you couldn’t sell on eBay

Tried to pull a chick outside, guess what she say

«That's my song playin'» with a pea brain

Well while y’all dance in inebriated trance imma hit the parkin' lot and try to

come up on an amp

Cause imma be damned if I party with zombies

Back to my Walkman and the bitch that always calms me, smoke

I’m so high in the sky-high-high-high

I don’t know and I just don’t care for what they’re playin'(x2)

Well my fifths mean, kicks clean, herbs in my jeans

High as my pop and his pop, so birds in my genes

And fly since strictly hip hop (?), no words in between

So I walk in, get change

Just caught the shift change

From DJ whats his name to DJ sedative time

Who turned the cloud I sat on into a negative 9

Blendin' retro with techno, on top of a lets go echo

While chicks lick their lips at me but won’t show me they breasts though

My buds in a street fight, with stray cats and a soundtrack and i’m losin'

I slumber the racks on the back of a twotip that I’m usin'(?)

While I watch these cop-connoisseurs confuse it with music

Get drunk hit the dance floor and abuse it

Just to think I, paid to get baked today

Then in an odd way paid these fuckers to take it away

Now, fuck it i’m out so, that’s okay

Like the half assed blunt I got stashed in the back of my ashtray

Feel me?

(bitch)

I’m so high in the sky-high-high-high

I don’t know and I just don’t care for what they’re playin'(x2)