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Da Brat lyrics : "Let's All Get High"

Let 'em know the funk bandit's back
With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat
The funk-keeper

Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak
Cause bleed smokin haloweed
Givin' You what 'cha need

Indeed I'm nice
Jewelery full of ice
The industry ain't been the same

Since I came to sprinkle my spice
Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted
Recognize the gifted and how there's no $#&@in' around

In the west-side district
Get it twisted
If you wanna choose your destiny

Leave all that simple %#@! at home
And bring your $#&@in' best to me
Cause right here playtime stops

Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal %#@! hits tops
See I'm the cream of the crop, head (*##$ in charge
And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far

Repitoire full of wicked %#@!
Lay back kick a %#@!
All the right %#@! to give a ^!$$% a hit


If you let's nuthing hold you back
And your limit is the sky

Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound


Repeat 1x


KRAYZIE BONE:

Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together

Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke
Take it slow, We smoking junk
Cause you rolling wit moe

We having a celebration
We doing this all night if you wanna get away
You can play em other times

And don't forget my ^!$$%s be doing this %#@! the thuggish way
We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie
But ^!$$%s don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay

So if you get out. Better get with this crowd
I bet you wanna get weeded
$#&@ wit your thugs out of Cleveland

Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending
Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs
My squad and yo posse my ^!$$% we goin be alright

So come around everybody party down get down
And let that real %#@! hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that hydro
My ^!$$% thugsta come and give me some love

Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the
Cut


You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We could all get high, get high
The %#@! we keep we got you hypnotized

Ain't nobody dealin' with me
My ^!$$% J can get his smoke on man
Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad


DA BRAT:


Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action
Certified platinum slashin' !@$(s
Draw %#@! faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me

I broke the Mo with fatality, visual %#@! that you can see
These synthetic ^!$$%s usually smoke refos with my peeps
Get deeper than any (*##$

Watch me and yo' ^!$$% creep
Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro
Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow

We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with
Underestimate the wrong (*##$ and get yo' %#@! spend
You better light a splife and mind yo' mother$#&@in' business
Or get that $$# put in the witness protection program
Till I'm finished, diminished

Your entourage is my level
Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil
Pushin' custom drop-tops
Keep Segante' in the glove box
Puffin' with crooked cops

And can't nuthing hold me back cause ^!$$% my %#@! don't stop

KRAYZIE BONE:

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly

We could all get high, get high
The %#@! we keep we got you hypnotized
Ain't nobody dealin' with me
My ^!$$% J can get his smoke on man
Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad


Repeat 3x

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