Lyrics:
then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by
Stay red eye
No need
They don't close the store till I say so
And the car I'm riding is payed for
She know I'm high when I'm going places you know I'm fly
When you step
Yeah
It's dead presidents four
We comin' back for more
Yeah
I take this mic as a step stool and walk above you
I'm'a flight without it's jet fuel
not that tough, and
Wise up, rise up, and then you can size up to the fly
And wear the clothes of those that post high
(High)
Postin' high
Post
money
Live life get fly oops oops oops
Get ya flavor on
Oh lord it's Mr Oops Oops
Wake up I got options from Chex to Froot Loops
Thanking God for all his
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
by electin' EricB for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS One secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamon D and the whole DITC
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
Soldier from jungle never take
Back free shot's
But that ended up at when man fly
The impulse makes your body pulse beat
Off a beat per minute (Ohh)
As I
foundation the way I reinforce it
I monitor movements precisely
Makin niggas hit high notes like the Eisley's
Finally some bitches I can touch up
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
and feeling angry
Keeping my head held high
My mother came by and said to me
You've got to
Fly
Frankly, Mr Shankly's gone
And I've spent too long in a daydream
the fye and you through
And that's in self defense, being clear, that's the truth
Mr. Rae-Rae, I'm still fly
Mr. Rae-Rae, still get high
Mr. Rae-Rae, what's
mother grieving
Looking at my kids
Hoping God ain't curse my semen
Getting high watching time fly by
Tears burning up my eyes everytime I cry
And I cry
I sit and watch the night sky, I wonder why life flies by
I swear last night, I was just a little kid, then I blinked a little bit, turned into
ride
Cause we pimpin' ohhh
We be pimpin' ohhh
We be pimpin'
Wanna know why the niggas ride by
Getting high, Cadillac, looking fly nigga
Cause we pimpin'
they project
Psst president no dey send
Pissed switch it on for them
Light in the dark Imole
Baba!
Fi iro sile
Christ the truth say amen
Always on point
zip bags got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
Super fly
Mr clean
She wanna fuck so I passed her my team
She kinda hit imma keep it a bean
Getting da Hunnits my nigga let's get it
Yea
I want 100 time
the brains
Dream Team! Dream Team!
Fly high, fly high, fly high
One, two, three, ABC, Do-Re-Mi, man alive!
Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho! Go go go! Jackson 5!
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
presidents
I roll up get high
I pop pills and sip lean
The boy fresh so fly
Do you know what I mean yeeaaahhh
Why yo hoe keep on looking staring like she
woke up high
I woke up and smoked my pains away
(And oh what a glorious day)
I smoke to release my mind
To release these pressures i smoke
Mr. President
opens, footsteps, we hear the music more clearly, louder now)
Knox: Good evening Mr. President. Sorry to disturb you, sir.
Roosevelt: That’s quite
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