Lil Wayne - Get High Rule the World lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Get High Rule the World lyrics]
Yeah drought 3
Hear my chains? Haha
That mean I'm balling, bitch! Haha
If you didn't know if you wasn't informed
Or something like that this is Da Drought 3
And um check this out
Yeah, imagine waking up out your
Sleep to them pistols blasting
And if the witness is dead, there's no trial
If you didn't know then, ho, well
You know now
And I don't mean basketball when I say
"I don't know y'all"
Money, money, money, money boost my morale
Play with my money, money, money: OK corral
I like a bitch with a apple-bottom like Vokal
The top is at my fingertips like
I ain't got no nails i got blood brothers
Bitch I ain't got no pals
I make a girl get low
Like I ain't got no L's
I'm a paper-chasing dog, check my toenails
And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal
More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre
I been shot two times just wipe that off
But I thank You for putting me right back
Lord and to You, Father
I would give my life back for it
That knife, that sword that gun, that war
Make your so-called "soldiers" just
Run like Gore
Yeah Frank, that is, from San Francis'
And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees
Ten addresses, and I dresses
Like I thinks I'm the
Motherfucking best there is
And I'm about to bubble
And she catch that fizz
And I'm straight from Claiborne
Nigga just ask Liz
Check your neck there ain't a crook like this
From the city where the judge
Throw the book at kids
Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid
Talk stupid at lunch, and we having your ribs
If you are not home, then we having your kids
And if you can't come up with half
I'll send you half of your kid
Back to the balling, extravagant crib
I'm on the toilet watching Martin
Just laughing and shit
Don't know why I get high, but I get high
I get high, like, every single day
You do shit that them other women can't
Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? yeah
I pop a beat and start rolling and then
I smoke it like a muh'fucking stogie
Peep how I wrote it: I was rappin to the
"ding-ding-ding-ding" Fuck it
Get high, screw the world
And that's that, hahaha
I need all my funds, yeah
All my money, baby, haha
Black diamonds and pearls believe that, hm
I made "Bling Bling
" and my chest look like a mural
I'm nuts just call me "Squirrel"
My fetish is the girls
But the women not the girls
Act your age, not your shoe size
Maybe we can do the twirl
I'll be the Prince of her pearl-tongue
Earring in her pearl-tongue
If she come, let her girl come
Give her a pill, give her girl one
"Party time, excellent" yup, Wayne's World
Campbell's Soup on the wrist
Just call me "Earl"
Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard?
I get high, my words slur
I start callin 'em "Merl'"
"Hey, Merl', light that 'firre'"
And I know this old
But I'm really "Hot in Herre"
I went with the Phantom
My niggas copping the Spurs
My hand's in the pot I'd rather eat and stir
It's I against the world
And I'm strapped! yeah i bring all my guns
Shoot mothers, fathers, babies damn!
Black handguns to serve we could see
But we are so blind to the signs
They trying to lose the world
And we will walk right up with our guns, yup
Hand in hand, yeah
We'll march right after the drum
But I don't mean no band
Nigga, Drought 3!
Hear my chains? Haha
That mean I'm balling, bitch! Haha
If you didn't know if you wasn't informed
Or something like that this is Da Drought 3
And um check this out
Yeah, imagine waking up out your
Sleep to them pistols blasting
And if the witness is dead, there's no trial
If you didn't know then, ho, well
You know now
And I don't mean basketball when I say
"I don't know y'all"
Money, money, money, money boost my morale
Play with my money, money, money: OK corral
I like a bitch with a apple-bottom like Vokal
The top is at my fingertips like
I ain't got no nails i got blood brothers
Bitch I ain't got no pals
I make a girl get low
Like I ain't got no L's
I'm a paper-chasing dog, check my toenails
And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal
More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre
I been shot two times just wipe that off
But I thank You for putting me right back
Lord and to You, Father
I would give my life back for it
That knife, that sword that gun, that war
Make your so-called "soldiers" just
Run like Gore
Yeah Frank, that is, from San Francis'
And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees
Ten addresses, and I dresses
Like I thinks I'm the
Motherfucking best there is
And I'm about to bubble
And she catch that fizz
And I'm straight from Claiborne
Nigga just ask Liz
Check your neck there ain't a crook like this
From the city where the judge
Throw the book at kids
Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid
Talk stupid at lunch, and we having your ribs
If you are not home, then we having your kids
And if you can't come up with half
I'll send you half of your kid
Back to the balling, extravagant crib
I'm on the toilet watching Martin
Just laughing and shit
Don't know why I get high, but I get high
I get high, like, every single day
You do shit that them other women can't
Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? yeah
I pop a beat and start rolling and then
I smoke it like a muh'fucking stogie
Peep how I wrote it: I was rappin to the
"ding-ding-ding-ding" Fuck it
Get high, screw the world
And that's that, hahaha
I need all my funds, yeah
All my money, baby, haha
Black diamonds and pearls believe that, hm
I made "Bling Bling
" and my chest look like a mural
I'm nuts just call me "Squirrel"
My fetish is the girls
But the women not the girls
Act your age, not your shoe size
Maybe we can do the twirl
I'll be the Prince of her pearl-tongue
Earring in her pearl-tongue
If she come, let her girl come
Give her a pill, give her girl one
"Party time, excellent" yup, Wayne's World
Campbell's Soup on the wrist
Just call me "Earl"
Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard?
I get high, my words slur
I start callin 'em "Merl'"
"Hey, Merl', light that 'firre'"
And I know this old
But I'm really "Hot in Herre"
I went with the Phantom
My niggas copping the Spurs
My hand's in the pot I'd rather eat and stir
It's I against the world
And I'm strapped! yeah i bring all my guns
Shoot mothers, fathers, babies damn!
Black handguns to serve we could see
But we are so blind to the signs
They trying to lose the world
And we will walk right up with our guns, yup
Hand in hand, yeah
We'll march right after the drum
But I don't mean no band
Nigga, Drought 3!