Higher
The Game, Game, DJ Chaos
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It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre Who don't love us, every hood throwin' they dubs up Who the f*ck why'all thought was comin' after Young Buck Hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike Airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there Matter fact I'll take you in the back You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back [Chorus:] (I can take you hiyaaaah) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It's the motherfuckin chronic nigga that's whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen This is gin and juice The doc made the club R.O.C. without Timbaland boots First nigga to put drolex on a Bentley coupe You want to pimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 motherfucker, put the purple in the dutch "Let it Burn" like Usher girl Drop down, do the eagle, f*ck that Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back girl Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you want to lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick [Chorus:] Put 25's on the hummer, why not I'ma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin' up they money I don't need sound scan I'm doin' my own numbers When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers Low ridin' with a hood rat or a grown woman And I'll do anything but I won't f*ck Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed 'Cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the f*ck I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggaz is a waste of rhymin', Doc got something to say be quiet Look out for Detox [Chorus:]
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Written by: MELISSA YOUNG, CHAD HUGO, JOSHUA YOUNG, DAMON RIDDICK
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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