The Game, Higher - Higher lyrics
[The Game, Higher - Higher lyrics]
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 fuck yall 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
(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 thats
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 wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop
(Westside)
Chronic 2005 motherfucker
Put the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher giirl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they
Pants and lean back giirl
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 wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
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 fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
Cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want
You thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin
Doc got somthing to say be quiet
Look out for Detox
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 fuck yall 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
(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 thats
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 wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop
(Westside)
Chronic 2005 motherfucker
Put the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher giirl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they
Pants and lean back giirl
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 wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
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 fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
Cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want
You thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin
Doc got somthing to say be quiet
Look out for Detox