[Featuring Krayzie Bone]

Somebody call the cops.

Let 'em know the funk bandit's back

With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat

The funk keeper

Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak

Cause bleed smokin haloweed

Givin' You what 'cha need

Indeed I'm nice

Jewelery full of ice

The industry ain't been the same

since I came to sprinkle my spice

Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted

Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around

in the west-side district

Get it twisted

If you want to choose your destiny

Leave all that simple shit at home

And bring your fuckin' best to me

Cause right here playtime stops

Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops

See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge

And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far

Repitoire full of wicked shit

Lay back kick a shit

All the right shit to give a nigga a hit

If you let's nuthing hold you back

And your limit is the sky

Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high

Roll up a fat one and pass it around

Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound

Repeat 1x

KRAYZIE BONE:

Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together

Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke

Take it slow, We smoking junk

Cause you rolling wit moe

We having a celebration

We doing this all night if you want to get away

You can play em other times

And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way

We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie

But niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay

So if you get out. Better get with this crowd

I bet you want to get weeded

Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland

Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending

Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs

My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright

So come around everybody party down get down

And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that

hydro

My nigga thugsta come and give me some love

Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the cut

You want to fly, you want to fly, you want to fly

We could all get high, get high

The shit we keep we got you hypnotized

Ain't nobody dealin' with me

My nigga J can get his smoke on man

Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad

DA BRAT:

Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action

Certified platinum slashin' bastards

Draw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me

I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see

These synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps

Get deeper than any bitch

Watch me and yo' nigga creep

Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro

Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow

We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with

Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend

You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business

Or get that ass put in the witness protection program

Till I'm finished, diminished

Your entourage is my level

Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil

Pushin' custom drop-tops

Keep Segante' in the glove box

Puffin' with crooked cops

And can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop

KRAYZIE BONE:

You want to fly, you want to fly, you want to fly

We could all get high, get high

The shit we keep we got you hypnotized

Ain't nobody dealin' with me

My nigga J can get his smoke on man

Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad

Repeat 3x

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Let's All Get High Lyrics

Da Brat – Let's All Get High Lyrics

Songwriters: ANTHONY HENDERSON, JERMAINE DUPRI, ROGER TROUTMAN, SHAWNTAE HARRIS
Let's All Get High lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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