Get em highKanye West |
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| [Kanye West] Iīm tryin to catch the beat, uh Iīm tryin to catch the beat Iīm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh Iīm tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ainīt never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics I canīt call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege My teacher said Iīse a loser, I told her why donīt you kill me I give a fuck if you fail me, Iīm gonna folllllllllll-ow My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks You ainīt gotta guess whoīs back, you see Iīm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastardīs flow will bash a skull And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy And I donīt, usually smoke but pass the īdro And I wonīt, give you that money that you askin foī Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes Thatīs why we here your music in fast foī Cuz we donīt wanna here that weak shit no moī [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ainīt never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 2: Kanye West] N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on campus Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, itīs gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib) I mean (Thatīs my favorite CD that I play at my crib) I mean (You donīt really know him, why is you lyin) Yo Kwe, she donīt believe me, please pickup the line She gonī think that Iīm lyin, just spit a couple of lines Then maybe Iīll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I canīt believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south Well ok, you twisted my arm, Iīll asist with the charm, aiyyo Ainīt you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom? And sheīs the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater Anyway, I donīt usualy fuck with the internet Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes And she think itīs fly, she ainīt met a real nigga yet I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke A high filled with dope Yīall assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes The real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a Used too but still got love, thatīs why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs, itīs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you Youīse a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead Iīm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these Thatīs why the raw donīt know your name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her Album, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head Iīm bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I ainīt a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ainīt never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH Visitas: 177 |
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