Jeezy, Mitchelle’l, Devin The Dude, Snoop Dogg - Higher Learning lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Jeezy, Mitchelle’l, Devin The Dude, Snoop Dogg - Higher Learning lyrics]
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high i'm tryna get high
Yeah, somebody call the weed man
Westside brewer, Lil Sam, 103 nigga
Ha, 15 what up, nigga? yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whassup
I tryna get high, it's higher learning nigga
Let's go, let's go, look
Woke up in the Ritz Carlton
Damn sun in my face (face)
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
(snow) and I ain't leaving shit in my cup
That's such a waste (yeah)
You know I'm sipping on that
Straight like that "oh, what a a taste!"
(haha)
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt (stunt)
Pulled up in that mean machine
Leave it up front (arr-arr)
This passed out thing beside me
I barely know her (know her)
But you can just imagine the shit
I'm 'bout to show her (yeah)
Snow way, them streets too cold
Them bitches polar (polar)
Expectations out of this world
I'm thinking solar (yeah)
That's why I do it for that
Kalamazoo and then NOLA (NOLA)
Cause that's what happens when you learn
To mix it with that soda (yeah)
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high i'm tryna get high
I wake up just to bake up
Get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that I'm liver than most
I boast and bang
Pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain
Unravel the flame maintain my fame
Get you new pictures just to
Put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane
Walking just like I'm an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief
With a wreath - you may think it's a leaf
With the residue stuck deep
Down in your teeth
When you smoking with the Dogg, shit
You might not eat! It's ok, cause we lay, in
The cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit, on Crip, don't trip, I need some
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high i'm tryna get high
The coffee that I had
It was good to the last drop
But now I'm fresh out and
You know it don't stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even
I'm fiending
Daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk
I can't fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If it's weed, then I'm with it you got
A paper? Then twist it?
Got a bowl? Fill it? Got a blunt?
Let me split it down the gut
Sheeit, but shit for what?
Cause ain't no green on the scene, man
What the fuck?
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high i'm tryna get high
Yeah, somebody call the weed man
Westside brewer, Lil Sam, 103 nigga
Ha, 15 what up, nigga? yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whassup
I tryna get high, it's higher learning nigga
Let's go, let's go, look
Woke up in the Ritz Carlton
Damn sun in my face (face)
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
(snow) and I ain't leaving shit in my cup
That's such a waste (yeah)
You know I'm sipping on that
Straight like that "oh, what a a taste!"
(haha)
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt (stunt)
Pulled up in that mean machine
Leave it up front (arr-arr)
This passed out thing beside me
I barely know her (know her)
But you can just imagine the shit
I'm 'bout to show her (yeah)
Snow way, them streets too cold
Them bitches polar (polar)
Expectations out of this world
I'm thinking solar (yeah)
That's why I do it for that
Kalamazoo and then NOLA (NOLA)
Cause that's what happens when you learn
To mix it with that soda (yeah)
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high i'm tryna get high
I wake up just to bake up
Get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that I'm liver than most
I boast and bang
Pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain
Unravel the flame maintain my fame
Get you new pictures just to
Put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane
Walking just like I'm an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief
With a wreath - you may think it's a leaf
With the residue stuck deep
Down in your teeth
When you smoking with the Dogg, shit
You might not eat! It's ok, cause we lay, in
The cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit, on Crip, don't trip, I need some
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high i'm tryna get high
The coffee that I had
It was good to the last drop
But now I'm fresh out and
You know it don't stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even
I'm fiending
Daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk
I can't fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If it's weed, then I'm with it you got
A paper? Then twist it?
Got a bowl? Fill it? Got a blunt?
Let me split it down the gut
Sheeit, but shit for what?
Cause ain't no green on the scene, man
What the fuck?