and we'll Fly, take me up to Your home No intention to come down, You take me High, oh, so high Every time I?m in Your presence Fly You?re amazing, I?m rearranging High
yankin' First, hard-headed gas through a HD board Instantly transpire the bitches so therefores I doin a fif fast to show up in long hair Outta cable that caught in the groupie
[group] From the East to the South to the West to the North Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off! [Al' Tariq] A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all So unique
war You see it's war time, boy is you a soldier [Verse 1: Beelow] See I'ma soldier so I gotta put my raggs up high Six gloves across my grill representing
bass music, I was into that Poison Clan, 2 Live Crew, that's what got me into rap (yeah) Loopin' tracks with fast hi-hats and 808's Four track machine with the high
the packers loooose Here lizard, lizard, lizard [Verse 1:] I took my black card out n' slid it Told my crew that it's time to get it Black & yellow crime scene tape just so
That's why u so lonely Nobody believes what u say U a liar u phony So pack ya bags and leave this place Goodbye your so lonely, so lonley [Verse 1:]
rappers get tossed upTrying to come in here with that garbageMy crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed Chorus 1
we ride Down the ave and the AC's high You can walk or do you wanna ride Get high, you and I (uh-huh) Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you [Chorus]
9-5, 9-4 check it out. Got Big Pretty in the house. Rollin' 6-5 for Tunes representin'. C'mon. Check it out. [Verse 1:] Fuck that mother fuck that like this So
it This beer makes me wanna disappear this year I'm so high I'm bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm bout to fry You're so fired you're down [Proof] Hey
me know. (Slug) Back, without the punk's move it goes 1-2. whatcha gonna do when we come through Hit undo, what-ever you must do. Stay fly, get high
I don't think so, go and call yo' mother fucking crew I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through Staying high, oh so, oh so high,
we don't settle for less G Unit in the house Better wear ya vest G Unit in the house Forget the rest GGGGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 1: Young Hot Rod] Homie
Because He Had No Club,Now Every Car He's Parkin,He's The Talk Of The Club, Groupies,And Group Cheats, Eatin Raw Sushie,High Class Mommas On Last Commas
and then it bury [? ] For me you shttin Got my [? ] you generic son of a bitch When you [? ] you ain't fuckin with this Multi platinum rappers so so
a hoopty We can fuck tonight, niggas won't call you a groupie Bumping Stevie Wonder - Do I Do, with bad bitches I guess I got a 2 live crew And they all
nigga's he ran the street was the crew that he flew, I embrace the new jack assuming he's true, But he was soft as a cloth so I auctioned him off, man
