How High

^ xSilver ^

# Hits from the bong #

# Hits from the bong

From the bong #

# Hits from the bong

From the bong #

# Hits from the bong

Pick it, pack it

Fire it up #

# Come along

and take a hit from the bong #

# Put the blunt down

just for a second #

# Don't get me wrong

It's not a new method #

# Inhale, exhale #

# Just got an ounce

in the mail #

# I'd like a blunt

or a big fat cone #

# But my double-barrel bong

is gettin me stoned #

# I'm skillin'

There's water inside

Don't spill it #

# Hits from the bong #

# Gonna get high #

# Hits from the bong

Gonna get high #

# Let's smoke that bowl

Hit the bong #

# And then take that finger

off of that hole #

# Plug it, unplug it

Don't strain #

I love you, MaryJane

What the f***

is your problem?

No dishwee-saya.

- Me bumbaclot johnson

no workin, see?

- What?

My raasclot true gashman

and me dick won't stay tick, see?

I think I got somethin'

for that. Hold on.

# Ain't what you want, baby #

Girl, wake your ass up.

# But what you need, baby #

Damn right you ain't sleep.

# Not what you want, baby #

# It's what you need, baby#

Crabs.

Bad Breath.

# Come back with me, baby

Satisfaction guaranteed #

- Limp Dick. Ha!

Got that dough?

Mm-hmm.

Will this make my drill sergeant

stand at attention?

No, but it'll make you

forget your drill sergeant

don't stand at attention.

Blaze two,

get at me in the mornin'.

Peace!

Yo, Silas, my brother!

Oh, sh*t, Mikey.

Hell, no!

Come on, Silas.

I need somethin'

to help me out.

Yeah-- rehab, mouthwash

and a job application.

Jeez!

I'm startin'

to recognize things.

That'scause you comin' down

off a three-month crack binge.

It's called reality, son.

Later, man.

Wait, Silas!

You've got anything

for a head wound?

Man, ain't nothin' wrong

with your head.

- Aah!

There is now.

F***in' crackhead.

- Now what? Oh, sh*t, Ive!

- What's up, dog?

What's up, nigga?

What's crackin'?

Oh, sh*t. You know.

Hey, you get my message about

goin' to the Jets game?

Yo, I wish I could, dog,

but I got this little shorty

comin' through tonight.

I met her on the Internet--

chickenheads.com.

This girl is bangin'!

Yo, we even exchanged

pictures and everything!

Damn. This look like

your last girlfriend.

Mm-hmm.

And did your picture

have that nasty...

Al B. Sure pubic patch

in it, motherf***er?

This just sprang up.

You know what I think it is?

It's the mark of Buddha.

And your haircut game

is f***ed up.

Girlfriend see that,

she gonna sh*t on you.

This girl is different.

All she cares about

is Kevin Costner movies.

I'm gonna let Kev

do the foreplay, right?

Mm-hmm.

And I figured I could get

somethin' from Garden of Weeden

to make it interesting.

Costner, huh?

Dances with Wolves.

Mm-hmm.

Field of Dreams.

That's a corny motherf***er.

You gonna need some strong sh*t

just to stay awake.

You're feelin' me.

You're feelin' me.

That's a four-hour move

you're makin', motherf***er.

Whoo! What is this?

Huh? Get up.

Dog,

you shouldn't have.

Man, I didn't.

Get outta here with that sh*t.

Let me just grab a titty.

Hell, no.

She wouldn't even know

it was me.

To hell with that.

Yeah. What you got for me?

Here you go,

right here:
the bomb.

Oh, yeah.

What's this right here?

Aah!

Whoa!

Stop touchin' stuff!

When you gonna get

funds for this sh*t?

Look right there.

See that right there?

That's a natural

aphrodisiac right there.

Come here.

Let me show you some more sh*t.

Look right there.

You see that?

Cure for blue balls.

This ain't sh*t, all right?

Watch yourself.

Yeah, well,

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