Tuesday, May 31, 2011

J. Cole - How High : Lyrics, Mp. Ringtones


  • Artist : J. Cole
  • Song: How High
  • Album: N/A



This is a hot song titled "How High" by American rapper, J. Cole. It may look on his forthcoming album but no official news yet. J. Cole is preparing to publish a brand new album sometime during the summer this year. He declared on Twitter on May 4, 2011 "All singles done. Album ridiculous. Title Perfect.

Music incredible. Thank you for your patience. Let's change the game."

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J. Cole How High Lyrics :-

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What's love got to do, go to do with it
I get a small taste then I'm done with it
Then I transmit it right support to you with it

(How high)

What's love got to do, go to do with it
I get a small taste then I'm done with it
Then I transmit it right support to you with it

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Visionary play your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture musicjuzz.blogspot.com that
My poetry's deep now fish for that
Only real n-ggas catch something, phoney n-ggas fail
sh-t you gotta feel like it's only take in braille
Both did the offense but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking b-tches while he sitting alone in a cell
Thinking well, what the sin I been on
They gave a n-gga five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying that's like sitting round dying
You wanna touch the sky b-tch you see out flying

[Chorus:]
n-gga how high, so luxuriously that I could affect the sky
How sick, so disturbed that I could f-ck yo' b-tch
n-gga please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girlfriend like to smoke we got enough of trees

n-gga how high, so luxuriously that I could affect the sky
How sick, so disturbed that I could f-ck yo' b-tch
n-gga please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girlfriend like to smoke we got enough of trees

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl
My n-ggas hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your girl
Think I want to stop trying 'fore some n-gga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them n-ggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't intend to prevent smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just looking at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you have the record at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to feel happy
It's been a long time coming
Tell my n-gga roll me up something

[Chorus]

[J. Cole:]
No I don't smoke, maybe once in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I give my mind

How high, la la la la
How high, hey hey hey
How high, yeah yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Is that a pellet that you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career ain't going how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap
All you see is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be difficult for your projects to claim all that
I love your weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm entirely in 1st gear
I'm serving you n-ggas this is just the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the worst year
No crying for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole ain't dropping, that's real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a n-gga raps
Something like a mummy
But I'm a wake yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is Cool J

How high
How high
How high, yeah
How high, yeah

What's love got to do, got to do with it
I get a small taste then I'm done with it
Yeah I post it right support to you with it

Send "How High" Ringtone to your Cell

Watch J. Cole - How High Music Video here


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