[{"id":31251521,"name":"High Rollers","trackName":"High Rollers","artistName":"Proof feat. B-Real & Method Man","albumName":"Searching for Jerry Garcia","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Loaded, dazed, confused\n\nI'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\nYou know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\nYou know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\nBe sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\nSome say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\nI'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\nWell, I'm glad that means more for me son\nI hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\nThey say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\nYou know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\nNow I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\nYou see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\nWe blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\nIt's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\nSee, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\nAll of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nYou know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\nWasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\nThey got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\nAnd I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\nA retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\nOff on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\nEngulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\nI jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\nNine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\nNever lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\nBiscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\nProfit of coppin', most often is gobbled\nStackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\nPills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\nTryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nI semi automatically spit flows at trash\nAnatomically equipped to rip shows in half\nIf I speak a little fast you get whiplash\nPromoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\nGot some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\nMy little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\nAnd while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\nGot weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\nTical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\nOne hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\nHow many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\nThat's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\nOkay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\nMight catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\nFor sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\nIt's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\nIn fact\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High Rollers\n  artist: Proof feat. B-Real & Method Man\n  album: Searching for Jerry Garcia\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Loaded, dazed, confused\n\n  I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\n  You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\n  You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\n  Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\n  Some say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\n  I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\n  Well, I'm glad that means more for me son\n  I hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\n  They say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\n  You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\n  Now I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\n  You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\n  We blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\n  It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\n  See, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\n  All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  You know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\n  Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\n  They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\n  And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\n  A retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\n  Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\n  Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\n  I jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\n  Nine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\n  Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\n  Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n  'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\n  Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled\n  Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\n  Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\n  Tryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  I semi automatically spit flows at trash\n  Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half\n  If I speak a little fast you get whiplash\n  Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\n  Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\n  My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\n  And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\n  Got weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\n  Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\n  One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\n  How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\n  That's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\n  Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\n  Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\n  For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\n  It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\n  In fact\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n"},{"id":15006263,"name":"High Rollers","trackName":"High Rollers","artistName":"Proof feat. B‐Real & Method Man","albumName":"Searching for Jerry Garcia","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Loaded, dazed, confused\n\nI'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\nYou know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\nYou know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\nBe sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\nSome say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\nI'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\nWell, I'm glad that means more for me son\nI hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\nThey say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\nYou know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\nNow I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\nYou see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\nWe blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\nIt's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\nSee, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\nAll of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nYou know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\nWasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\nThey got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\nAnd I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\nA retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\nOff on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\nEngulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\nI jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\nNine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\nNever lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\nBiscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\nProfit of coppin', most often is gobbled\nStackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\nPills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\nTryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nI semi automatically spit flows at trash\nAnatomically equipped to rip shows in half\nIf I speak a little fast you get whiplash\nPromoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\nGot some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\nMy little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\nAnd while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\nGot weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\nTical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\nOne hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\nHow many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\nThat's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\nOkay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\nMight catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\nFor sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\nIt's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\nIn fact\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High Rollers\n  artist: Proof feat. B‐Real & Method Man\n  album: Searching for Jerry Garcia\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Loaded, dazed, confused\n\n  I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\n  You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\n  You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\n  Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\n  Some say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\n  I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\n  Well, I'm glad that means more for me son\n  I hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\n  They say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\n  You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\n  Now I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\n  You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\n  We blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\n  It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\n  See, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\n  All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  You know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\n  Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\n  They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\n  And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\n  A retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\n  Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\n  Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\n  I jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\n  Nine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\n  Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\n  Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n  'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\n  Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled\n  Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\n  Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\n  Tryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  I semi automatically spit flows at trash\n  Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half\n  If I speak a little fast you get whiplash\n  Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\n  Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\n  My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\n  And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\n  Got weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\n  Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\n  One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\n  How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\n  That's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\n  Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\n  Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\n  For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\n  It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\n  In fact\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n"},{"id":17610492,"name":"High Rollers Ft. B-Real, Metho","trackName":"High Rollers Ft. B-Real, Metho","artistName":"Proof","albumName":"Searching For Jerry Garcia","duration":220.447347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Loaded, dazed, confused\n\nI'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\nYou know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\nYou know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\nBe sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\nSome say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\nI'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\nWell, I'm glad that means more for me son\nI hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\nThey say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\nYou know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\nNow I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\nYou see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\nWe blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\nIt's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\nSee, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\nAll of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nYou know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\nWasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\nThey got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\nAnd I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\nA retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\nOff on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\nEngulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\nI jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\nNine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\nNever lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\nBiscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\nProfit of coppin', most often is gobbled\nStackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\nPills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\nTryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nI semi automatically spit flows at trash\nAnatomically equipped to rip shows in half\nIf I speak a little fast you get whiplash\nPromoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\nGot some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\nMy little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\nAnd while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\nGot weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\nTical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\nOne hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\nHow many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\nThat's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\nOkay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\nMight catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\nFor sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\nIt's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\nIn fact\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High Rollers Ft. B-Real, Metho\n  artist: Proof\n  album: Searching For Jerry Garcia\n  duration_ms: 220447\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Loaded, dazed, confused\n\n  I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\n  You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\n  You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\n  Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\n  Some say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\n  I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\n  Well, I'm glad that means more for me son\n  I hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\n  They say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\n  You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\n  Now I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\n  You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\n  We blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\n  It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\n  See, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\n  All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  You know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\n  Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\n  They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\n  And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\n  A retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\n  Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\n  Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\n  I jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\n  Nine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\n  Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\n  Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n  'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\n  Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled\n  Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\n  Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\n  Tryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  I semi automatically spit flows at trash\n  Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half\n  If I speak a little fast you get whiplash\n  Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\n  Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\n  My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\n  And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\n  Got weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\n  Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\n  One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\n  How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\n  That's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\n  Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\n  Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\n  For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\n  It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\n  In fact\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n"},{"id":10367741,"name":"High Rollers (feat. B-Real & Method Man)","trackName":"High Rollers (feat. B-Real & Method Man)","artistName":"Proof","albumName":"Searching for Jerry Garcia","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Loaded, dazed, confused\n\nI'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\nYou know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\nYou know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\nBe sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\nSome say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\nI'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\nWell, I'm glad that means more for me son\nI hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\nThey say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\nYou know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\nNow I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\nYou see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\nWe blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\nIt's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\nSee, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\nAll of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nYou know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\nWasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\nThey got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\nAnd I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\nA retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\nOff on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\nEngulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\nI jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\nNine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\nNever lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\nBiscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\nProfit of coppin', most often is gobbled\nStackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\nPills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\nTryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light\n\nI semi automatically spit flows at trash\nAnatomically equipped to rip shows in half\nIf I speak a little fast you get whiplash\nPromoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\nGot some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\nMy little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\nAnd while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\nGot weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\nTical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\nOne hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\nHow many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\nThat's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\nOkay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\nMight catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\nFor sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\nIt's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\nIn fact\n\nHittin' the blunts and bongs\nPuffin' those trees and leaves\nComin' with E and Vic's\nYou know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\nSittin' up top of the world\nGettin' on top of your girl\nCrack on those poles and pipes\nYou know it's on tonight\nRoll it and pass the light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High Rollers (feat. B-Real & Method Man)\n  artist: Proof\n  album: Searching for Jerry Garcia\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Loaded, dazed, confused\n\n  I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed\n  You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed\n  You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin' with me duke\n  Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin' to see Proof\n\n  Some say, I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs\n  I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words\n  Well, I'm glad that means more for me son\n  I hit the bong so hard, they call me green lungs\n\n  They say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock Superstar'\n  You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar\n  Now I'm blazin' it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?\n  You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam\n\n  We blow the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain\n  It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain\n  See, I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me\n  All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  You know your man's royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]\n  Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills\n  They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills\n  And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real\n\n  A retired weed head that need bread for trickin'\n  Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin'\n  Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets\n  I jam like I don't know how to work the tec\n\n  Nine times outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'\n  Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge\n  Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin\n  'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went\n\n  Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled\n  Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo\n  Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs\n  Tryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Monie Love, what?\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n\n  I semi automatically spit flows at trash\n  Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half\n  If I speak a little fast you get whiplash\n  Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass\n\n  Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed\n  My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags\n  And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get high\n  Got weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin' to get by\n\n  Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly\n  One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh\n  How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes\n  That's kinda far fetched like me passin' a piss test\n\n  Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow\n  Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row\n  For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that\n  It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?\n  In fact\n\n  Hittin' the blunts and bongs\n  Puffin' those trees and leaves\n  Comin' with E and Vic's\n  You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light\n\n  Sittin' up top of the world\n  Gettin' on top of your girl\n  Crack on those poles and pipes\n  You know it's on tonight\n  Roll it and pass the light\n"}]