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We Get Low - The Dead 60s



     
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G-yo, g-yo
Aiy yo I'm back wit' it, still tote the gat wit' it
Still got it locked, I sold some crack wit' it
Who could fuck wit' it? Not a soul, I'm out of control
The fo'-fo' blow out of control blow yo' mind out of that hole
M.E.M. get a broad out of her home, out of her clothes
Into the Benz, get her into sippin' the gin twistin' the lye
Get her into pushin' the 5 then we fly out of the state
Let shots out of the 8 they go in and out of your face
You want spend? I take 10 out of the safe
You want drink? Take a bottle, out of the case
Then we get into somethin', get into touchin'
Get into fuckin', mami, no frontin'
Shit, I got cake, yeah, I got weight, yeah
Shit you wanna chill, mama, pick a state
Let's get high
First class seat on me, we get low
Hotel fee on me, let's get high

Lay back, roll up weed, we get low
Bel've on the rocks, apple martini
Let's get high
First class seat on me, we get low
Hotel fee on me, let's get high
Lay back, roll up weed, we get low
Bel've on the rocks, apple martini
I'm in the S-5, all black, no tint with a nice dime, all ass, no tits
Still, rippin' the Glock playin' the block fuckin' with mine
M.E.M., gettin' it hot, gettin' it popped, gettin' it jumped, gettin' it crunk
And you don't wanna get slump duke, get in the trunk
Got a pound of that green, to get in New York
Get it through customs, Bleek ain't tryin' to get caught
But get this, the fifth will get you support
Not that help, that life situation get short
Gettin' with ma, Bleek still gettin' her high
End up, gettin' her somethin' she ain't get in her life
She fuckin' with them real niggaz who get low, who get dough
Who got cake, baby, but get mo' and I get hoes, but yo' bitch
I got the same jewels, I got rid of you not
Let's get high
First class seat on me, we get low
Hotel fee on me, let's get high
Lay back, roll up weed, we get low
Bel've on the rocks, apple martini
Let's get high
First class seat on me, we get low
Hotel fee on me, let's get high
Lay back, roll up weed, we get low
Bel've on the rocks, apple martini
Let's get high, we get low
Let's get high, we get low
Let's get high, we get low
Let's get high, we get low

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The Dead 60s formed in Liverpool, United Kingdom in 2003, they comprised of Matt McManamon (Vocals, Guitar), Ben Gordon (Guitar, Organ), Charlie Turner (Bass Guitar), Bryan Johnson (Drums). Named after the saying 'Dead 60s sounding' from Liverpool. Their name was a two fingers up to the usual happy pop tunes that originate there. Their sound was an eclectic mixture of punk rock, large meoldies and reggae bass lines. They had been compared with The Clash and The Specials, with influences also including King Tubby.

Read more about The Dead 60s on Last.fm.


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