High Come Down Alternate Version Lyrics by Chico Coolwadda

High Come Down Alternate Version Lyrics


    feat. Nate Dogg
    Chorus: Nate Dogg
    Oooh, you make my
    High, come down
    Oooh, you make my
    High
    Come down
    You make my high
    Come
    All the way, down
    Oooh, you make my
    High
    Come down

    Hook: Nate Dogg
    Just hit the eastside
    Of the fuckin' L.B.C.
    I don't associate with haters
    How motherfuckin' gangstas be
    Just hit the dope
    Spot
    Just picked up some bomb ass weed
    Man, I'll holla at you later
    I'm about to hit these streets
    As sure as my game is tight
    Just spotted a real dame piece
    I thought my day could not be greater
    That's about the time I peeped
    There go Mr. John N. Law
    All in my rear view
    The next thing I heard was sirens
    Tell me, what am I to do?

    Repeat Chorus

    (Verse 1)
    [Coolwadda]
    Ay
    Can I get a pass for that?
    Tryin' to be in the back, where the stars is at
    Seems like everybody got they shovels
    Diggin' C&C
    But you messin' with my high levels
    Felt by devils
    And blue dresses
    To big booty ghetto ones
    Heavy Metal ones
    One
    Actin' like that we don't pass it around
    Hope you got a sack, girl, cause you bringin' me down

    [Chico]
    Slow motion on the blue court
    Like I'm on a tight rope
    Kid
    Can't I spark it?
    Flash, flash
    The whole world's a ash tray, flick it on the dash
    Then I parallel every car that pass
    Ugh
    Whoodie got that hash
    Nate got more than an eight
    That Dogg got Pounds in his safe
    Don't it feel safe
    Between having a space
    Hit these fucking weirdos out my face

    Repeat Chorus

    (Verse 2)
    [Chico]
    My Bible wouldn't been preached
    Been the beast, I been the prey
    Parallel park in here
    And get towed away
    Stowed away
    In the back of the trunk where the tool be
    Fools be actin' like I won't bust this uzi
    Cool, he proves me
    Over yonder
    In that little white
    Honda, Civic, they thought that street shit
    Well then, I can get to livin'
    Let me out here
    Pivot post
    I'm chippin' shit, niggas up close

    [Coolwadda]
    I bust the uzi so you can bust one
    Must've brought your high
    Down, to get you on one, Chico
    So you know I'm on one
    And when they scatter and run
    Hop out the cut with the pump shotgun
    Just in case
    I got to come on y'all like eight minutes
    Ride for the chips, parallel
    Til we finish
    Rearrange rap with the rare raw flow
    Not feelin' y'all, bringin' down my hydro

    Repeat Chorus

    Repeat Hook

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