High Art

I'm tired of talkin' 'bout it, let's do it Girl I'm missin' you like bitches miss my music And I swear I can't wait to drop yah, hit your body with that yoppa Hit your body with that yoppa then get high I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas My niggas, my niggas, hit my man, he got that purp My niggas, this dry ass blunt, we gon' make that work My niggas, who got that fire, who got that fire? My niggas, stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds My niggas, half a B, we got money My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get it, get it Too high crew, shawty hit it, hit it I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, and I get high with my niggas Burnt up, burn up, burn up Turnt up, turn up, turn up I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas My niggas, they on that lean, they on that lean My niggas, bitch better not put that in my green My niggas, let it blow Stop cuffin', let it go My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds My niggas, Masta P, we got money My niggas, Two Live Crew, shawty get it, get it Too high crew, hit it, hit it I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, and I get high with my niggas Burnt up, burn up, burn up Turnt up, turn up, turn up I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas Sky high with Ty Ty, G feezys with Jay Breezy Castro to Cabo with OG, then I'm back home to my Bey-Bey Police escorts at the All Star, and the Super Bowl, I don't need a horn Horn - beep beep, I'm too on My niggas don't do traffic How ironic, all we used to do is traffic Then it was drop me off at my girl's house At one o'clock, pick me back up You know she gon' try to train a nigga, before I step up in the club Would've drove my own V She be tryna take a nigga's keys She know them hoes be on a nigga She ain't even tryin' let nigga leave You just wanna be around them nasty bitches, she said Fuck them hoes, I'm just stuntin' with my niggas, he said I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl, and I get high with my niggas Burnt up, burn up, burn up Turnt up, turn up, turn up I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl Then I get high with my niggas I make love to my girl Then I get high with my niggas I love her, that's no doubt Hit that, then smoke out High with my niggas I'm on her and she on me Then we OD like OGs I get high with my niggas And she hold me, cause she down for it And this shit got me paranoid High with my niggas My girl and that white girl And she really on that white girl She really on that white girl High with my niggas