High Part 2 [Chopped & Screwed]-Lucky Luciano

High Part 2 [Chopped & Screwed] - Lucky Luciano [Lucky Luciano: speaking in reggae] Yeah, man Come, come I'm so stoned, I forget me nationality sometimes Welcome, welcome, come one, come all I like to welcome you to Lucky Islands [Chorus x2: Lucky Luciano] Roll up a blunt and pass that whole 'rine Can't leave the w**d alone, I'm so high I'm high El purpimando I'm high Bo-di-bight-bight-bight [Lucky Luciano:] Well, me wakin' bacon blow big all day Learned to blaze mary jane, then raid the 'fridgerator Lift a blank of elevator, blunt long as the equator I'm stuck to my couch, can't find the T.V. changer So I watch the same channel for two hours, then I cough [coughing] Then I get up and forget what I was gonna do, so I (Damn!) Sit back down, and try to smoke a pound Mama said I need a job, but I still ain't found one So I go to Stop-N-Go and pick me up a green sheet Then I see a shiny pack of watermelon swisha sweets (Sweet!) Get back to the pad and read the help wanted ads Man, f**k this Where's me ziplock bag, I need to [Chorus x2] [Lucky Luciano:] Keep a smelly bag of pot, higher than a astronaut Take a hit and pass it back, and don't slobber on my doobie Got the Alcapulco gold, white with a wind kush Got me in a zone High as giraffe puss Blood-shot eyes and got yellow fingertips Keep a cotton mouth, my w**d is seedless Hydroponic, all I blow is chronic Can't pay the rent, spent all my dough on it Chocolate tye Where the hell is my lighter Better use the stove, if I can't find one Some like a hippie in a tight a** shirt Ain't shaved in a week, and I smell like purp' [Chorus x2] [Pre-Verse x2: Lucky Luciano] No stress Smoke in my chest, I Roll the ganja til there is none left [Lucky Luciano:] Then I go to Church's Chicken, pick me up a number three Four bisquits for a dollar, potatoes and gravy Strawberry soda, wish I had a little lean But I blew all of my money, on this green w**d (Man) Been blowing green since fourteen Man, my dad had all the w**d Used to find a stash and steal some Cut a cigar and fill it up Tell rehab, I can't give it up Break it down, I'll twist it up I ain't selling nothin', this all for me Man, this some good brocolli [Chorus x4]