Get Real High and We Get Real High Again Kanye
Go Em High
Kanye West
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I'thousand trying to catch the beat, uh I'chiliad trying to take hold of the crush I'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'yard trying to catch the vanquish Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (Become 'em loftier!) All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking human being (Get 'em high!) Now I ain't never tell yous to put down your easily (Proceed 'em loftier!) And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (Continue 'em high!) N-n-n-now, my menstruation Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics I tin't call it, I got the swerve similar alcoholics My freshman year I was going through hell, a problems Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta higher My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill me I give a f*ck if yous feel me, I'm gonna follow My heart, and if y'all follow the charts, or to the plaques or the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back, you run across I'm so shy that y'all thought it was bashful merely this Bastard's period volition bash a skull and I volition Cutting your daughter like Pastor Tro' And I don't, usually fume just pass the 'dro And I won't, requite yous that coin that you asking fo' Why you think, me and Dame cool, nosotros assholes That'due south why we here your music in fast fo' Cause we don't want to here that weak shit no mo' Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (Get 'em high!) All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man (Get 'em loftier!) At present I ain't never tell you to put down your easily (Proceed 'em high!) And if ya losing yo' high than fume again (Keep 'em high!) Now now at present now now who the hell is this E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26, Plus double D you know how girls on black planet exist when they get chimera E At NYU but she hail from Kansas, Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus Sent me a picture with a feeling on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the belatedly great Francis W-H-I-T, it's getting tardily mami, your screen saver say tweet So y'all got to call me, 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 actually know him, why is you lying) Yo Kwe', she don't believe me, please pickup the line She goin' think that I'one thousand lying, simply spit a couple of lines And so perchance I'll exist able to give her dick all the time, and get her high Aye, I tin can't believe this nigga use my name for picking upwardly dimes just Get 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out Well OK, you lot twisted my arm, I'll assistance with the amuse, hey yo Ain't y'all run into that chick that got friends with yo moms And she'south the bomb, male child she got the bougie behavior E'er got something to say like a okay playa hater Anyways, I don't ordinarily f*ck with the internet Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette Y'all really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes And she think it'southward fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I repent if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble kush and a sister could become ahead of information technology Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke A loftier filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, only I still feel the notes With real nigga quotes Real rappers is difficult to find, like a remote, control rap is out of Used to but even so got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Stone clubs similar Tiger, Forest in the hood, to have my ain reality prove Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you lot How could I always let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead I'thousand here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to fifty-fifty make songs like these That'south why the raw don't know your proper name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees, and producers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her Anthology, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your epitome and looped up Label got y'all suped upward, telling you you lot sick Homo you lot a dick with a loose nut Video hard to sentinel like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp loving cup, illiterate nigga Read the infa', scarlet across your head I'yard staff of life king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper simply a emcee with a temper You dancing for money like dearest, I did this my way Then when the manufacture crash, I survive like Kanye Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher and so Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (Become 'em high!) All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man (Get 'em high!) At present I ain't never tell yous to put downwardly your easily (Keep 'em high!) And if ya losing yo' high than smoke once again (Go on 'em high!)
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Written by: Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye Omari West, Talib Kweli Greene
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