H.A.M. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Right, right)
Right now I'm higher than the empire state, I'm baked (yup)
I'm gone off the California grapes, headin' straight (where?)
Up to the sky, feelin' great (yeah), and I got a pocket full of zig zag pape's
All rolled up, ready to get blazed (ha), movin' real slow and my eyes all glazed
This shit that I blow gon' have you amazed, put you in a daze for days, I'm unfazed (uh)
I been chiefin' good for a while you know (you know?)
I gotta have the best herbs everywhere I go
What the f*ck you payin', I got homies that grow (uh huh)
And this shit'll knock you out like Mayweather K.O
No, damn, you bet I'm goin' in (woo)
These ladies say they know me but I ain't knowin' them
H.A.M., I be higher than a mothaf*cka
If you blowin' Reggie Bush, I ain't puffin' with you sucka

[Pre-Chorus]
(Break, break)
Break it down, break it down (break it down, break it down)
Roll it up, roll it up (roll it up, roll it up)
Just to burn it to the ground (just to burn it to the ground)
You know we don't give a f*ck (you know we don't give a f*ck)
Awww...

[Chorus]
Damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin', you ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothaf*cka
Damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin', you ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothaf*cka
[Verse 2]
Man, f*ck that other shit, I be on some other shit
Rollin' up another spliff, fill it with the chronic piff
All you gotta do is take a whiff, and then you know it's good
I got tree like Christmas baby, OG, you could smell that kush
George Bush, that presidential, burn it down in my residential
LA confidential, spark that purp, that's shit's sequential
So much green, environmental, got my eyes lookin' oriental
Gimme that Buddha, so essential, you ain't gotta ask, it's fundamental
Oh yeah, that fire, we be blowin', we ain't slowin' down (uh)
f*ck a ounce homie, we be sparkin' by the pound (yeah)
We be gettin' ham, no there are no pigs around
Do bitches by the three, you could call that shit a triple crown Trippin' now, been sippin' out the bottle with some model chicks
Hit the mound, fastball, she puckin' on my hockey stick
Said she wanna see my shit, showin' me that bag of tricks
While I'm puttin' canna-butter all up in this brownie mix

[Pre-Chorus]
(Break, break)
Break it down, break it down (break it down, break it down)
Roll it up, roll it up (roll it up, roll it up)
Just to burn it to the ground (just to burn it to the ground)
You know we don't give a f*ck (you know we don't give a f*ck)
Awww...
[Chorus]
Damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin', you ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothaf*cka
Damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin', you ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothaf*cka

[Bridge]
Damn, gettin' ham, man I'm higher than a eagle (brr)
Flyer too, and you lookin' similar to smeagol (ha)
Blowin' something purple and it's California legal
Have you movin' like a turtle when you chiefin' on the diesel
It got me feelin' peaceful, the beat is like my easel
Let me go ahead and paint a picture for you people
I've been workin' like a dog every hard days night
That's some Beatles shit, get it? Just a day in the life (yeah)
I'm pullin' out a light (uh), sparkin' up the doja
Spadez in this bitch, god damn, I thought I told ya
Puffin' on a blunt while I'm sippin' a Corona
Got me zoned out while I'm chillin' on my sofa
I don't mean to boast or brag, but I got dank
Coppin' top shelf from the club, yeah, the highest rank
Got a hundred million rhymes (yeah) up in my think tank
Purple, I be hittin' that, call me hammerin' Hank
[Chorus]
D-d-damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin', you ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothaf*cka
Damn, we be gettin' ham
You ain't feelin', you ain't feelin' like I am
Damn, we be gettin' ham
High as a motha, h-h-high as a mothaf*cka (what?)

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