Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Everybody gotta hold it in
It's 4-20 my friends!
Everybody gotta hold it in
Fire it up!
Marijuana!
The fatter the sack the badder the rhymes.
Any motherf*cker wanna rip some of mine?
Gotta get up on a level where the universe shine.
All the way to mars and I mean it this time.
Intergalactic the chronic on a platter
Cinematric I'm running up a ladder.
Smoking atomic like it'll matter.
Give me that bong let me show you the function.
It won't take long till the floors are jumpin'
The blood is pumping, the beats are still bumping.
Anybody wanna have a herb alunchin'?
Bring a bong and your bud and a good witness.
Rip for rip we're doing marijuana fitness.
Drop for drop we're gonna bubble that hash,
Double up on the high where the party at?
Flip the hat flip the bird,
Hits of the bat, matter of fact we're setting records for sacks.
Like we saw linebackers all for a tat.
So who wanna blame us,
Who wanna say for being insane in our brain.
Propped out places, face said to stun.
So when your stun your done.
(your done)
Stay to long son you might go blind.
Smoking weed you'll find, on your mind is some grinds.
And this is what you do when it's 4-20 time.
You
Inhale
(Guess it's
Exhale
Safe to say that
Inhale
We stay high)
Exhale
Now you're high.
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Exhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Exhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Exhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Exhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Get up off my rights
Get up off my life
Get up off my, get up
Cause I'm smoked out and everybody outta think twice.
Come on
Many many many many blasts gotta a little crack around the block,
When the block stays hot.
Stack a chips in yo sock.
Rubber band man rip around with a knot.
Blowin' smoke rings because I take a lot.
I make shit pop in the parking lot.
L.p. hits shots just for fun, we cut the crop we hit the block.
We hit the block with pounds of pot.
Bout' as strange as private stock
You think you know the goods, we got top shelf.
Come take a pop.
Whatcha think all the pipes was for vaporizers, bongs galore.
Pounds and pounds of grade a dank.
God is great, gotta give thanks.
I smoke this shit I puff it tough.
I got the chronic in my lungs.
Break a stump my toke of death.
Hold it in there's nothing left.
Toke all day, my chest on fire.
Buds all night we get no higher.
Light the dank and pass the lighter.
Smoke this bomb it makes you higher.
Inhale
Guess it's
Exhale
Safe to say that
Inhale
We stay high
Exhale
Now you're high.
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.
One snap one several snap, I gotta can of chronic.
It's d-loc what's happening? you gotta get it cracka-lacking
Let me crack this shit, let me burn another joint, let me burn another rip.
I want to smoke this marijuana.
I want to smoke this marijuana.
Alright then let me get a bong toke.
Let me take another one of them fat jokes.
Black smoke, gotta a whole lot of venom.
I wanna get a grip rip, j gonna hit em'.
I come from the depths of the dark.
Like a heave hit shark.
Paint all the bowls that I spark.
Setting off smoke alarms,
You know that I got the bomb
(we got the bomb)
Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!
Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.
Ha let's get this session moving break
Out the Bob Marley music you got a
Paper and can I use it
After I twist this up we can smoke it
Together man I wanna stay high forever
We got cloudy weather
In the forecast in the room I'm
Occupying we be getting stoned and
Flying we be doing donuts while
I'm eating crispy creams drinking on a
Starbucks living the American dream
Yo, smoking kush the west coast is in
The building my town in the house
Blow the bomb to the ceiling
Hanging down in Cali kicking flows
Catching feeling dealing with some
Prime time feds chronic killing
Ripping J Ziggy J stone town feelings
Leaning back to my cat I'll be rolling haze
Whatcha wanna say I like being fazed
Bang it loud how we do light it up stoney days
Do you wanna get high?
Yes, we do!
Do you live life loaded?
Whoodewhoo!
The show me what your working
With and roll us a joint
Kottonmouth in the house keep
The session on point [x2]
Yeah I stay loaded I keep it punk rock
My bank account stays loaded
It's tough here at the top
Just playing y'all
I'm about to open up shop drop another
F*cking dope rhyme
Right up on your spot only the I'll-est can
Smoke up on my pot
And the only the realist can sniff from my crop
Only the dealers are allowed on this block
And only the kings have a key to the lock
Stop, Hey what's that sound? Does
Anybody look what's going down?
Kottonmouth kings smoking 25
Pounds (green) blowing like a hurricane
Through your town
Woop woop that's the sound of the
Police and I don't know why they
Keep harassing me
I just wanna burn these ganja trees
And live in peace so come and sing with me
Do you wanna get high?
Yes, we do!
Do you live life loaded?
Whoodewhoo!
The show me what your working
With and roll us a joint
Kottonmouth in the house keep
The session on point [x2]
I gotta brand new pipe and a brand
New case that I got in Humble Yo
Who wanna blaze
Who wanna taste of new strains I call
This Die hard cause it you go John micaline
I got the smokey too make you go
Cookoo have you up on the roof in a pigeons coop
So many new types to try and I
Wanna try them all so I headed over to the weed mall
Doctor, Doctor your never gonna
Guess after elevated line becoming
Far more than a test
It's a remedy for the down times of
Depression everybody get your best
Bud have a session smoke tough
Demonstrate how your flying and if
You claim you have the best weed
Stop lying matter of fact wait for me
Let me learn ya I got the most bomb
And I'll never ever learn ya
The birds eyes fazed flying high on the
Seen super dog style I got the super
Duper green tell me whatcha need a
Big bag of seeds I plant these trees
Like Christmas trees doing daily tokes on DTV
Will sling these leafs like west coast G's
Yeah I'll smoke my pot I'm Slinging these
Trees like west coast G's
Do you wanna get high?
Yes, we do!
Do you live life loaded?
Whoodewhoo!
The show me what your working
With and roll us a joint
Kottonmouth in the house keep
The session on point [Repeat till end]
Mile High is the twelfth studio album by American rap rock group Kottonmouth Kings. It was released on August 14, 2012 via Suburban Noize Records. Recording sessions took place at the Kottonmouth Kompound. Production was handled by Mike Kumagai and member Daddy X with additional production from John Edney and Steve Dang, except for the song "Mr. Cali Man", which was produced by Ceekay Jones and Makerz. It features guest appearances from Saint Dog, Ceekay Jones, Jahred, Mickey Avalon and Twiztid.
The album peaked at number 36 on the Billboard 200, number 9 on the Independent Albums, number 10 on both the Top Rock Albums and the Top Alternative Albums, and number 7 on the Top Rap Albums chart in the United States. As of August 2015, it has sold 28,000 copies in the United States.