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Let's Get High (feat. Hittman, Kurupt & Ms. Roq)

All these niggas and all these hoes in here, somebody here gon' fuckTalking that, walking that, spitting at hoes

Smoking this, drinking that, hitting at hoes

Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both

Have one riding dick, one licking my toes

When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love involved

No hugs, no kisses

Bear rugs, bear britches

Rare bitches like to pose in them Blacktail pictures

Bitch jumped off my dick

Is that Dre over thereYeah

I just took some Ecstasy

Ain't no telling what the side effects could be

All these fine bitches equal sex to me

Plus I got this bad bitch laying next to me

No doubt, sit back on the couch

Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out

Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth

Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed outCome on let's get high, high

Let's get high, high

Come on let's get high, high

Let's get high, all my ladies

Let's get high, high

High, high

Let's get high, high

Come on let's get highI make the four hop

Pull up at the spot

Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel

Stomping in the party

Kurupt, Young Gotti

I'm fucking something in this bitch

Hit 'em with some gangsta shit

Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty

I'm looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Staceys

Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'

Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncing

Down toYo what up Scram Jones

Mel-Man what's cracking

Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in hereNigga what, I'm a hustling bitch

I like them get rich niggas

Them hit the switch niggas

Niggas bout the sex and which bitch to hit next

While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks

Got all y'all niggas vexed to fuck this triple-X rated ho

You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though

Roq don't stop, can't be dropping no drawers

To the niggas how you figure got you shitting in yours

Yeah, little dicks always running they mouth

While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out

All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about

Get the loot, get the ice

Fuck the wife, no doubt

Trying to live lavish

Marry a big dick and stay carried

Holla back at them niggas that hollered at me

Pop the Cris'

Whip the six and shit

And have all y'all niggas limp when I twist my shit

Yeah, bitch ass niggas

Songwriters

ANDRE YOUNG, RACQUEL WEAVER, BRIAN ANTHONY BAILEY, MARSHALL MATHERS, RICARDO BROWN, RANDY MULLER, STEPHON HARRIS CUNNINGHAM, BILL CURTIS, JOHN FLIPPINPublished by

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