Let’s Get High lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro]
All these n*ggas and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' f*ck
All these n*ggas and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' f*ck
All these n*ggas and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' f*ck
All these n*ggas and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' f*ck

[Verse 1: Hittman]
Talking that, walking that, spittin' at hoes
Smoking this, drinking that, gettin' at hoes
f*ck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both
Have one riding di*k, one licking my toes
When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bare britches
Rare b*tches like them hoes in them Black Tail pictures
b*tch jumped off my di*k
(Is that Dre over there?)

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no telling what the side effects could be
All these fine b*tches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad b*tch laying next to me
No doubt, sat back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the b*tch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Hook: Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (high)
Let's get high (high)
Come on let's get high (high)
Let's get high, all my ladies
Let's get high (high)
High (high)
Let's get high (high)
Come on let's get high

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm f*cking something in this b*tch
Hit 'em with some gangsta sh*t
Put something in your mouth b*tch real tasty
I'm looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Stacys
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
Got all the hoes in this motherf*cker bouncing
Bouncing

[Interlude]
Yo, whattup, Scruncho?
Mel-Man. what's cracking?
Wassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Verse 4: Ms. Roq]
n*gga what, I'm a hustling b*tch
I like them get rich n*ggas
Them hit the switch n*ggas
n*ggas bout the sex and which b*tch to hit next
While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks
Got all y'all n*ggas vexed to f*ck this triple-X rated ho
You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though
And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be dropping no drawers
To the n*ggas how you figure got you sh*tting in yours
Yeah, little di*ks always running they mouth
While a b*tch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you b*tches up in here know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice, f*ck the wife, no doubt
Trying to live lavy, marry a big di*k and stay cavi
Holla back at them n*ggas that hollered at me
Pop the Cris'
Whip the six and sh*t
And have all y'all n*ggas limp when I twist my sh*t

[Outro: Ms. Roq]
Yeah, b*tch ass n*ggas
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