Styles P- Good Time (I get High)
From the Lox and D-Block
Off the album “A Gangster and A Gentleman
(C) 2002 Ruff Ryders/Interscope Records

[Hook] (Styles P in parentheses)
“I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high on your memory, high on your memory
HIGH on your memory…”

“I get high – high – high – high” (Every day)
“I get high – high – high – high” (Every night)
“I get high – high – high – high” (All the time)
“High-ighhhhhhh…”

[Verse One]
I need a crib with the fountain to splash
S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce and a halve
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get high cause I’m in the hood, the slums is around
It take a son, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew)
And I’d rather roll somethin’ up; cause if I’m sober dog
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin’ up
I get high as a kite; all alone in the zone, ghost float
in case I’m dyin’ tonight (it happen tonight)
So I roll ’em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh)
You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*}
Matter fact I, smoke like exhuast on a Dodge Viper Hennessey
I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that
That I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70’s
Spit with the finishin’ touch – get this, that
I’ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when, make a lot of paper after words exchanged
I get a rush, off the love and the war, you understand?
Like the, M-5 pedal, when it’s touchin’ the floor
I get high cause I ride, what’s better to do?
And I’mma always stay live (that’s right) cause I’m better than you

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
CanI blow ’til my lungs collapse; from a era where
D Block cause terror getting funds for rap
Where a dollar bill is powerful; I smoke a lot cause
Time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat)
High for a livin’, gots ta, ride for a livin’
With my, real Ruff Riders that’ll die for a livin’ (die my niggas)
Dogg I get as high as I could; cause if you see things
Like I see things, that I’mma die in the hood (right here)
Listen Dogg understand it’s full surface to you
I don’t smoke the earth if it ain’t purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could slide (anybody)
This is S.P., dumpin in you Kid I get high

[Outro]
“I get high – high – high – high” (Every day)
“I get high – high – high – high” (Every night)
“I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory” (All the time)
“HIGH on your memory…” (Every day)
“I get high – high – high – high” (I am the Ghost)
“I get high – high – high – high” (Float with me)
“I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
I get HIGH on your memory” (I get high like birds to planes)
“I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory”
I get HIGH on your memory” (I get high like, smokin’ dubs to the head)
“I get high – high – high – high”
“High-ighhhhhhh…”