Let's Get High (Album Version)

Let's Get High (Album Version)

Dr. Dre

[Altogether]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck! (repeat 4X)

[Hittman]
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?"

[Dr. Dre]
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

[Kurupt]
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 {*hydraulic sound*} 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' {*hydraulics*}
Down to..

YO WHAT UP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin'?
What's up with all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?

[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! 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!

Written by YOUNG, ANDRE / WEAVER, RACQUEL / BAILEY, BRIAN ANTHONY / MATHERS, MARSHALL / BROWN, RICARDO / MULLER, RANDY / CUNNINGHAM, STEPHON HARRIS / CURTIS, BILL / FLIPPIN, JOHN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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