Highlife
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are Minute Made
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!

You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife

You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak bladder
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!

You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife

I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, that of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife

The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah

You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you




The highlife, hah, the highlife
The highlife, hah, the highlife

Overall Meaning

The song "Highlife" by Cypress Hill seems to be a warning to those who want to live the high life, chasing after money and fame while disregarding the dangers and pitfalls of such a lifestyle. B-Real is almost disdainful of those he sees as lacking in authentic talent and just chasing trends, while Sen Dog talks about living for the high life but also acknowledging the importance of hard work and dedication. The lyrics hint at the violent world behind the glamorous veneer of the high life, including the threat of guns and death, and warn that those who want to be successful must stand true to themselves and work hard to achieve their goals.


B-Real's verse starts by talking about rolling up and cutting up weed, which is a reference to the group's reputation as a champion of weed culture. He then goes on to accuse those who would try to bring down Cypress Hill of lacking talent and being unable to compete. He also cautions about the violence inherent in the high life, telling those who would beg for mercy to get out of the way before it is too late. He talks about "diamond-studded arrows" and being "minutemade," highlighting how quickly people can rise and fall in the fickle world of fame.


The chorus talks about the dangers of the high life and how easily people can lose their soul and sense of self. The high life is enticing, with its skylights and dreams of wealth and power, but it is also a trap that can leave people feeling empty and alone. The repeated refrain of "never turn your back ever on n****s true to you" is a warning to be careful who you trust in this world, as betrayal can be swift and deadly.


Line by Line Meaning

I rolled you up like my Rizla
I rolled you up like my Rizla means that I manipulated you like I did with my rolling paper Rizla.


Cut you up, with my sisters
Cut you up, with my sisters means that we talked about you and discussed how to deal with you.


You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters means that you want to harm us but we are venomous in return.


Your style's trash don't litter
Your style's trash don't litter means that your art is of poor quality.


You got the jitters the hard hitters
You got the jitters the hard hitters means that you are afraid of us because we are tough.


No quitters your soul quivers
No quitters your soul quivers means that you are still afraid even though you won't give up.


When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
When you see the guns firing, get out of the streets right away.


There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
There is no use asking for mercy to lower the aggression.


You label me coldblooded
You accuse me of being indifferent and merciless.


You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You want to kill me with a gunshot.


You can't cut it
You can't handle the pressure.


You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
You are of poor quality and should stop putting up resistance.


Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You are trying to harm me with your best equipment, but you are not succeeding.


You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
You have to love the process of earning money and work for it all day.


So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
You work hard to have a luxurious life.


But now the fools are Minute Made
Now the ignorant ones are being fooled.


They get played for a minute
They are only successful for a short amount of time.


Then played out they never get back in it
Once they lose their success, they can never regain it again.


Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
I'm prepared to kill you and make the evidence visible.


You got hit by the .44!
You were killed by my .44 bullet.


You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
You are alive, but how you live is up to you.


Street corner kids growing up blowing up
Youths who are raised on the streets are the most dangerous.


You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
You are pursuing the highlife, which includes living in luxury with a picturesque view.


But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
In the end, you have lost your soul and have become corrupted.


Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Never abandon the people who are loyal to you.


Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
If you're only loyal to money, people will abandon you.


You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
You should hang out with B. Reezy and relax.


It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
Things are getting difficult, so I had to learn how to change myself.


That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
When you're alone, you will be able to earn your income easier.


And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
And still remain loyal to my niche musical genre and stay true to myself.


Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
People are getting bored of the softer and less authentic music.


Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
I give the audience what they want, which is more authentic hardcore music.


Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
The curtains opened, and people are enjoying the music and performing with me.


You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
You are stealing music because you cannot create it yourself.


Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
I can't tolerate unoriginal and fake people, and they have minimal skills which is offensive.


You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
You're obsessed with earning money in the wrong way.


The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
Death is waiting for you.


When you fall feel your knees shatter
When you fall, you will suffer physically and emotionally.


The bones breaking with your weak bladder
Your bladder won't be able to control itself.


Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Even if you pee on yourself, it won't matter because you're dying.


Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
You will die and become a corpse.


Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
Your future is bleak, and fate didn't wait for it to unfold slowly.


To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
You are being permanently removed from existence.


Your life cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
Your life would be meaningless and unfulfilled.


What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
You are not good for anything, so leave.


Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
I don't care about your future.


I live for the highlife, get my mind right
I live for a luxurious life, and I'm focused on it.


Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
I don't care about fame or mainstream success.


Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
People are trying to copy my lifestyle and success.


But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
They can't emulate my presence or character.


See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
The first thing that happens is the sound and impact of my music.


Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
The strong scent of my marijuana and my music leave a trail.


You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You can't resist being influenced by my music and marijuana.


You need that good shit all up in your lungs
You need the strong marijuana in your lungs.


I live fast, and keep energy in motion
I live a fast-paced life and remain active.


Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
God blesses me, and I feel special.


But I know, that of he who conquers
I know that whoever overcomes the challenges is successful.


You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
You have to be resolute and sound strong like thunder.


I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
I reflect and ensure that I am still relevant in my field of work.


Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
I create lyrics for my family and music community.


The highlife, hah, hah
The luxurious lifestyle that we enjoy.


The highlife yeah
The highlife, yes.


The highlife, hah, the highlife
The highlife, hah, the highlife.




Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@PottyMouthPolitician

Here are the lyrics. There's no lyric video for this song, and Idk how to make one, so I'll just leave these here. 😎😎💋💋

I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it 
You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day 
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute 
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!

You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife

You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it 
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal 
skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!
You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath 
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!

I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast 
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, (?) of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife

The highlife - hah, hah 
The highlife yeah



@user-rp3op2jj9v

I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade,
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak blatter
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, ? of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife



@JohnKobaRuddy

Lyrics: I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade,
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak blatter
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, ? of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife



@traficandoaventuras6649

https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-highlife-lyrics You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife

I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate....

hahaa the Highlife - yeah!



All comments from YouTube:

@PottyMouthPolitician

Here are the lyrics. There's no lyric video for this song, and Idk how to make one, so I'll just leave these here. 😎😎💋💋

I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it 
You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day 
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute 
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!

You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife

You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it 
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal 
skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!
You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath 
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!

I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast 
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, (?) of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife

The highlife - hah, hah 
The highlife yeah

@startedat0subs69

Legend

@mcagustin5298

Simplemente fantástico de principio a fin.. Cypress buena vibra desde Argentina buenos aires zona norte 🇦🇷

@danielwinstone9169

I absolutely killed this album back in the day and this track is 🔥🔥🔥

@derkbell1706

I love this song ...gets my mind right.. high life for ever ...

@user-rp3op2jj9v

I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade,
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak blatter
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, ? of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife

@qbiack

2 years 2 late.

@mehdilabou8974

Tellement de souvenirs... merci Cypress Hill d avoir bercé mon adolescence!

@madjustice4746

already 20 years old, still as good as ever!!!

@franciscoandradeteodoroabi9982

Música muito boa!!!

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