Gettin' High lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Intro: Rayson, Zu Keeper]
Aiyyo, what's up n*gga?
Roll up that sh*t
Yo, where you comin' from, n*gga?
The f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
I'm comin' from Franklin
n*gga, Brooklyn Zu
Yo, I got a badge
You got a badge?
n*gga, just give me $5
A'ight. You know I'm sayin', du'?
Word up
Now which one of you n*ggas really got dough?
None o' us
Yo, yo, yo

[Hook: Rayson]
We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot n*ggas
Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high
*repeat 3x*

[12 O'Clock]
What's up, n*gga? What, you strung out, you ain't workin no more?
Got that ho-ass b*tch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more
She f*ckin' while you on tour, the n*gga next door
Y'all even played basketball, ya should've punched in the jaw
Na, n*gga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more
She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score
I knew a b*tch like that before, named Mo'
What a mink in the snow, a ring on the toe
12 O'Clock know, a b*tch never want a b*tch
b*tch!

[La the Darkman]
Yo 12, this b*tch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy
Hon' used to be a dime 'til she started gettin' high
The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend
Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream
Told her he was rich, so she sucked his di*k
Swallowed all his c*m and she didn't even spit
Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that b*tch
He loved that b*tch.. he loved that b*tch

[Hook: repeat 3x]

[Shorty sh*t Stain]
I know this n*gga on the Hill who got mad mils
Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this n*gga got big bills
Well, anyway, I'mma sick him
He trust this girl named Dawn, put me on, took the ho Vic 'em
She say he don't be home to caress her
So I undressed her and made her feel better
He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor
So what more, could you ask for?

[Outro: Zu Keeper]
Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock
Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty sh*t Stain
Yo... yeah. One time

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