Let's Get High - Dr. Dre/Hittman/Kurupt

Written by：Andre Young/Marshall Mathers/Brian Bailey/Raquel Weaver/Ricardo Brown, Jr./Stefan Harris/Randy Muller/Bill Curtis/Johnny Flippin

All these n**gas and all these h**s in here

Somebody here gon' f**k

All these n**gas and all these h**s in here

Somebody here gon' f**k

All these n**gas and all these h**s in here

Somebody here gon' f**k

All these n**gas and all these h**s in here

Somebody here gon' f**k

Talking that walking that spittin' at h**s

Smoking this drinking that gettin' at h**s

F**k this I'm hitting that I'm hitting 'em both

Have one riding d**k one licking my toes

When I'm loving these h**s there ain't no love involved

No hugs no kisses bear rugs bare britches

Rare b**ches like them h**s in them Black Tail pictures

B**ch jumped off my d**k

Is that Dre over there

Yeah I just took some e*****y

Ain't no telling what the side effects could be

All these fine b**ches equal sex to me

Plus I got this bad b**ch laying next to me

No doubt sat back on the couch

Pants down rubber on set to turn that a** out

Laid the b**ch out then I put it in her mouth

Pulled out nutted on a towel and passed out

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

I make the four hop

Pull up at the spot

W**d by the barrels in my G'd up apparel

Stomping in the party

Kurupt Young Gotti

I'm f**king something in this b**ch

Hit 'em with some gangsta sh*t

Put something in your mouth b**ch real tasty

I'm looking real saucy in my gangsta-a** Stacys

Hit the party ease up Kurupt with an ounce an'

Got all the h**s in this motherf**ker bouncing

Bouncing

Yo whattup scruncho

Mel-Man what's cracking

Wassup wit all these ol' punk a** h**s in here

N**ga what I'm a hustling b**ch

I like them get rich n**gas

Them hit the switch n**gas

N**gas bout the sex and which b**ch to hit next

While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks

Got all y'all n**gas vexed to f**k 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**gas how you figure got you sh*tting in yours

Yeah little dicks always running they mouth

While a b**ch is better off to masturbate and be out

All you b**ches up in here know what I'm talkin' about

Get the loot get the ice f**k the wife no doubt

Trying to live lavy marry a big d**k and stay cavi

Holla back at them n**gas that hollered at me

Pop the Cris'

Whip the six and sh*t

And have all y'all n**gas limp when I twist my sh*t

Yeah b**ch a** n**g