Summertime HighLife Songtext
von Elwood cromwell

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
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