Asher Roth, Pac Div - Hellafaded lyrics

We getting hellafaded we getting hellafaded
We getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting
We're getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting
We're getting hellafaded

Yeah, yeah what up, CA? What up, PA?
Your girl playing us, she got us on replay
What up, CA? What up, PA?
Your girl playing us, she got us on replay
What up, CA? What up, PA?
What up, CA? What up, PA?
What up, CA? What up, CA?
What up What up- What up-
(You better Wreckineyz)

What up, CA? What up, PA?
Your girl playing us, she got us on replay
Your girl playing you
She all up on a speed date
You're whole style like you got it on eBay
This rap shit, we finna run it like a relay
Your chick come around
I'mma cut her like a DJ
Cool out man, whatchu 'bout, man?
We from the west where they pull
Out things that go "Bang"

We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded

Gimme that watch, gimme that ring
And whatever else blings
It's that 2-11 music bitch you
Know what I mean
And if you ever come to my city
You know who my team is
Willy, Magic, Kareem, Byron Scott
On the wing, man
I'm clean, I'm shinin'
I sparkle like a diamond
Been running this for years, nigga
I should win the Heisman
She love it, she like
She said I am the flyest
So she put it in fifth gear any
Time I let her ride it

We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded

I said it's getting, It's getting
It's getting kinda nasty
One blunt rolled, other one where my stash be
In the game, something like Milton Bradley
Old school nigga
Man I still roll up black street
We go back like Hot Wheel tracks
In the box heels back, bring
That Pac feel back, yeah
Fuck around, get your top peeled back
Niggas drop real rap
We don't want none of that

We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded
We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded

First off, Ash Roth says fuck the game
I've been a bum for a month
And I still ain't changed
I got clothes with some holes
And they still all stained
But, I will show up to your
Show and then steal the stage
Yeah, the crowd getting buck like
They couldn't get enough
Everybody in the front do the guido fist pump
I be humpin' on a bum
She got junk up in the trunk
Like I met her in Miami
Hanging on the Bang Bus
I be playing in them panties
Like my man Brain does
And they kick it to the corner
Right when the brain done
They be calling up my celly
I just fucking hang up
I be wifin' up a muffin who
Just went and gave it up
I'm straight, I'm young, I'll wait, not done
Put your titties in my face
Play the nipple with my tongue
It's my favorite instrument
I like to practice when I'm drunk
Pour another shot of Remmy and
Roll up another blunt