Telly Port

You know what it is

That extra high shit, you know

Sometimes you just zone the f*ck out

That's how it be

Took a drink, lit a joint

Hit too much wax, am I off point?

in the six, knockin'

Renee remix by the Lost Boyz

You felt pain if you lost joy

Can't please a wolf with a dog's toy

You got beef, bring it to the source, boy

When Achilles killed Hector, he lost Troy

You're forewarned 'bout the four pound

Catch a 'em in a four by four, give 'em four rounds

That was five fours but it wasn't a dub

I was out there for the money if it wasn't the love

On-site every night, that's the life of a thug

Ran up every day gettin' tight with the plug

If we all livin' wrong, am I rightfully bugged?

Get the lighter, I got fire, I'm about to get buzzed

It's inhaled then it's held in

If I ain't goin' to Heaven, I go to Hell

Then think about the black cloud, wonderin' if I fell in

Am I Heaven sent or Hell bent?

I be outside on the South side

Come through the North side in a boss ride

Shout to the West and the East side

We gon' get high and pray to God that the beast die

Yeah, I'm always on some other shit, rubber grips

Load up the fifth for another vic'

On the float gettin' high to the roach clips

Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit

Yeah, I'm always on some other shit, rubber grips

Load up the fifth for another vic'

On the float gettin' high to the roach clips

Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit

Can't remember the beginnin' but you think of the end

If I'm higher than the cloud, can I sleep on the wind?

Can God cleanse my soul with the rain drops?

I don't go to church, will it work, will the pain stop?

Used to blow weed, get the money out the 'caine spot

If you from the ghetto, you probably done heard a thang pop

Seen it jump, it ain't stop, can't stop, won't stop

That was three stops but we keep goin'

I like to smoke, I pre-roll 'em

The lab life, I keep flowin'

Bruce P-Roy, I keep glowin'

One mic check, four night checks

Precise and hype if you don't know that I'm nice yet

All black hoppin' out the white 'Vet

I got the insight and my sight's set

Yeah, I'm always on some other shit, rubber grips

Load up the fifth for another vic'

On the float gettin' high to the roach clips

Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit