The Ultimate High (Clean Version with Album Interlude)

(nature)
Do you see what I see?
Do you smoke what I smoke?
Do you wanna smoke?
Do you wanna ride?
Yeah aiyyo aiyyo
When I walk into a room, ****** feel a slight breeze
Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze
Never understood why they never liked me
cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees
Starin at my feet all you see is nikes
Bet you never seen a ill pair like these
Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze
At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves
Round trip tickets to who knows where
Stay boarding, never at least a days warning
Previous plans, they spoiling
A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance
>from st. johns to wake forest, wait for us
Straight ballers, you hearin it first
Nate flawless in almost every event
Puttin up point, while ****** like yall stay scoreless
(chorus)
All my ****** from the projects, light one up
To my b*****s from the projects, light one up
And stay high , high
And pass me a cup of that good s*it (so high),
We on some hood s*it (so high)
****** from the projects, light one up
To my b*****s from the projects, light one up
And stay high, high
And pass me a cup of that good s*it (so high),
We on some hood s*it (so high)
(nas)
Whats me without the hood?
A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud
A cut wit no blood
A **** but dont nut, I be incomplete
If me and the street wasnt in between the sheets
Im a product of hard luck, the moneyand murder game
Heres nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name
>from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef
No peace, through the song, what I see you see
(nature)
Mad b*****s wanna smoke wit me
****** wanna roll wit me
Usually in my hood, find me in yo city
Grimy-ette so pretty, its like theres two mes
Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me
Thinkin of a way where I can better myself
Sometimes I get a head of myself
Holdin **** wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed
So high I must be outta my mind
Chorus
(nature)
Its like hoppin in a glass pool, half full
****** only hit the bottom when they crash through
Mash fools out like they fast food
Bon appetit, platinum or not, it aint no match for me
I sum **** ** whole careers up, scared tough ******
Bluff ****** into thinkin that their years up
It aint a game, took six months off, the s*it jumps off
Mini-mes are gettin punched in they jaw
My dunn call this s*it animal rap
Me, I call it dumbin
My near-sighted ****** saw it comin
More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit
Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd s*it
Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan
Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands
A changed man, ****** dont know, they never will
And if they dont understand, then they aint fam, simple as that
Chorus 2x