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Elwood Cromwell
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Summertime Highlife
Put'em up Put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
'Another day another song I sing
Summertime highlife watch me do my thang
Elwood Cromwell Be the blame
Every song I sang be so insane…'
Just take to and pass especially with some good shit
I'm about to do it like this on this mind trip
Take it to the dome, get into the zone
Spark up the herb now once again it's on.
Pick up a microphone adjust the vocal tone
Inhaling home grown getting so stoned
Like Dr. Green thumb blazing tree trunks
Of that good skunk getting tore up from the floor up
You only live once so I'm going nuts getting fucked up
Kush wrapped up in blueberry blunts
aroma have you basking in the ambience.
Put'em up Put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
We will rock you with something you can mob too
Put ya headphones on and just bob 2
Hop in the car when you headed to the drive thru
For some cigarillos and a case of brew
Its summertime highlife party all night from
Friday to Saturday relax on Sunday
Just to do it all again yeah on that one way
Its summer time that means more parties and barbeques
Hoes strolling through just to see what it do
Having fun in the sun climax and chill
Let it marinate like food that's on the grill
Chiefen on the cannabisativa flexing skills
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Off in the cypher spitting the real
To a beat box with a flow that's ill
Little homie humming Gang Starr's Mass appeal
I'm a rap guru put up against a pound of poodles
Spitting deadly voodoo because they shit doo doo
Capping back and forth seeing who gets the most laughs
Before I make my exit let one pass…
Put'em up Put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Now I'm zooted out zoned out tripping off of time
High as a mutha fucka chiefing on pine
Experimenting with bud brownies
Importing northern lights from Humboldt County
Sipping herb tea mixed with ginseng
Hop on the stage and do my ting
So fucked up thinking I can sing
Dancing around like Ben Vereen
Eddie Griffin tripping yeah I'm so foolish
Smoking doobies just like funk doobiest
Hit the bay and roll up a b-legit
Chop a crop cop a squat and spark that shit
Meditate let it saturate I feel great
Smoking good grapes it's got a smooth taste
Like Dutch Haze extra potent like Maui Hybrid
Strong enough to clear ya sinuses and leave you open
Have you feeling good loving every moment
Feeling so high feel like you floating
Losing ya mind nah you just toasted…
Put'em up Put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
Put'em up put'em up put ya hands up
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