Get Em High (Mercedes Boy Remix)-Common

歌手 : Common

专辑 : FAR EAST PROJECT -Common Remix-

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:31

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TXT Get Em High (Mercedes Boy Remix)-Common 文本歌词

Get Em High (Mercedes Boy Remix) - Common

I'm tryin' to catch the beat

Now throw ya motherf**kin' hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the w**d to ya motherf**kin' man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya

Hands keep 'em high

And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again

Keep 'em high

Now my flow is in the pocket like wallace

I got the bounce like hydraulics

I can't call it I got the swerve like alcoholics

My freshman year I was goin' through hella probl'ems

'Til I built up the nerve to drop my a**

Up outta college

My teacher said I'se a loser I told her why

Don't you kill me

I give a f**k if you fail me I'm gonna

Follow my heart and if you follow the charts to the

Plaques or the stacks

You ain't gotta guess who's back you see

I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful

But this bastard's flow will bash a skull

And I will cut your girl like pastor tro

And I don't usually smoke but pass the dro

And I won't give you that money that you askin'

Fo' why you think me and dame cool we assholes

That's why we here your music in fast fo'

'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak sh*t no mo'

Now throw ya motherf**kin' hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the w**d to ya motherf**kin' man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya

Hands keep 'em high

And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again

Keep 'em high

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 hailed 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 it's gettin' late mami

Your screen saver say tweet so you got to call

And bring a friend for my friend his name kweli

You mean talib lyric sticks to your rib

I mean that's my favorite cd that I play at

My crib

I mean you don't really know him why is you

Lyin'

Yo kwe she don't believe me please pickup the line

She gon' think that I'm lyin' just spit a couple

Of lines

Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all

The time and get her high

Yeah

I can't believe this ni**a use my name for pickin'

Up dimes

But never mind I need some tracks you tryin' to

Pull tracks out

And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you tryin' to

Blow backs out

Well okay you twisted my arm I'll assist with the

Charm aiyo

Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo

Moms

And she's the bomb boy she got the bougey behavior

Always got somethin' to say like a okayplaya hater

Anyway I don't usually f**k with the interneter

Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like nicolette

You really f**kin' that much you tryin' to get off

Cigarettes

If she think it's fly she ain't met a real

Ni**a yet

I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate

I got the bubble cushion a sister could get a

Hit of it

Get 'em high like noon or the moon

Or room filled with smoke a high filled with d**e

Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune

But I still feel the notes the real ni**a quotes

Real rappers is hard to find like a r'emote control

Rap is not a

Used soup it still got life that's why I abuse

You who are not thugs

Rock clubs like tiger woods

In the hood to have my own reality show

Called soul survivor I stole all liver niggaz in you

You'se a b**ch I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me

They say hip hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me

Mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these

That's why the raw don't know your name like alicia keys

To many featured 'emcees and producers is popular

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 illiterate ni**a

Read the infa red across your head I'm bread king

Like simba

Bolder than denver I ain't a mad rapper

Just a 'emcee with a t'emper

You dancin' for money like honey I did this my way

So when the industry crash I survived like kanye

Spittin' through wires and fires 'emcees retirin'

Got yo hands up get th'em motherf**kers higher then

Now throw ya motherf**kin' hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the w**d to ya motherf**kin' man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands

Keep 'em high

And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again

Keep 'em high