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Kurupt

"High"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy n*gga, but there lies a killer behind the flash
Bossy n*gga, so presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherf*cker, why? I'm rich
Buy a bag, brother, get a n*gga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I hit'chu in ya eye and ya b*tch
I hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four babies
Unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherf*cker

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high

[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame, n*gga, a G to my name, n*gga
I dos my thang, n*gga, I'm getting this change, n*gga
So who's to blame, n*gga, about the game, n*gga
They said I did it, so f*ck them n*ggas
I gave the plan, n*gga, I gave the game, n*gga
I'm doin my thang, and still f*ck them n*ggas
I know the lane, n*gga, I know the pain, n*gga
I know the fame, and still f*ck them n*ggas
n*gga, yeah, we chilling with them b*tches on us
Holla, n*gga, while we counting our hood riches
Thinking 'bout all the hood n*ggas
Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures
n*gga, and if you doing it how we done it, n*gga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was coming, n*gga
And every summer had Hummers, n*gga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothing, n*gga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no b*tch can't, and no n*gga won't
f*ck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fosho
And I got Ds to blow, fosho
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the player haters know that it's there
Bang that motherf*cker, and pop that motherf*cker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?
Yeah, wife beater fitting me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showing
Rock 'n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Patron, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she going to my bed
And I'm going to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pus*y
I picked tonight to find 'em
And I might define 'em if I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she digging my persona
She like a virgin, but like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it, understood

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]
[Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]

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