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let's get high Lyrics


All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck!
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck!
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck!
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck!
Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin' at hoes
Smokin' this, drinkin' that, hittin' at hoes
Fuck this, I'm hittin' that, I'm hittin' 'em both
Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes
When I'm lovin' these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures
Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?"
Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be

All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch layin' 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 out
Come 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 high
I make the four hop pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin' somethin' in this bitch, hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin'
Down to
Yo Whattup Scram Jones?
Mel-Man, what's crackin'?
Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
Nigga what? I'm a hustlin' bitch!
I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz
Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
While I'm kickin' my game and collectin' them checks
Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple X rated hoe
You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though
And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin' no drawers
To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin' in yours
Yeah, little dicks always runnin' 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
Tryin' to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
And have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit
Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz!

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Birthed by Mouth in the year two-thousand and five, young Edward Sharpe had to wait nearly two years before he was to grow his arms and legs and fingers and toes.
Immaculately conceived, his father (a Robot who had magically become a real boy…but that’s another story) declared his undying devotion to the creature. He perched the fleshy bust upon a teetering pedestal fashioned from stacked cereal boxes and positioned the display at his window for all the town to see. Young Edward soon proved no ordinary boy.
Though his father had figured him deaf for his unresponsiveness to sounds, he in fact had the universally unique condition of being deaf from hearing too much or, more correctly put, too well. In plain words, he heard EVERYTHING AT ONCE.
At first it proved rather painful like a wretched whining winding all hours, but very soon those who whisper visited young Edward and revealed to him the Tricks and Truths, the Ways and Plays, the Chords and Dischords of the Universe.
He did not need to eat but the color of the sun, which was F#, and moved his bones to grow.
His arms and legs and fingers and toes grew ‘til the tower of boxes collapsed and he laughed. He moved thru the door which was C over B# and ran thru the village hearing ALL of its music! The workers and children and painters of buildings and dogs barking madly and trees bristling softly and OH!!
Young Edward could not resist! He began playing the tree which are the chords E and D ‘gainst the mice in the grass which are A played with brass and the wooden fence F and then C and repeat with a drone of B Minor to bring in the street and the Birds B to B Sharp with fluttering strings and the sky mostly C unless he wants to bring in the rain and for rain bring the F Chord bombastic with organ’s distortion and symbols a’crashin!
Yes, and a music was born.


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