[Verse 1: Mibbs]
|
Now if she ain't got no class
|
I don't care
|
If she ain't got a fat ass
|
I won't dare
|
She better have a good brain if she ain't got no hair
|
Not sayin I want perfect, but almost there
|
I need girls, faster than them jet skis man
|
When you see me I be like the Dos Equis man
|
If you put it on me, you gon' do the best you can
|
And you better know how to ride it like an equestrian
|
Look it up
|
Since you be the baddest
|
I'll be the picture, you be the canvas
|
I'll be the Pips and you be my Gladys, I'm like the Clipse
|
With you til the casket...
|
|
[Verse 2: Like]
|
Drop, pass the rock
|
She's asking me when she gonna have the cock
|
I look at her face
|
I look at her feet
|
I look at her heels
|
I'd rather not
|
I'm cool, I'd rather smoke this and be high as an astronaut
|
Far from a pimp but I smash a lot
|
Buns like she was from Rap-a-lot, I had to pop
|
Ran into her at a traffic stop
|
Ten minutes later her panties drop
|
What was her name? My bad forgot
|
She just grabbed my anaconda so I grabbed the Panasonic camera
|
Propped and filmed it till the action stop
|
|
[Hook: Mibbs]
|
I only puff kush
|
I only fuck with bad ones
|
Right before I push
|
Make sure I got the Magnums
|
Yeah she looks good
|
And yeah she thinks I'm handsome
|
Got me feeling good, let's do something random
|
Take me high, take me high, baby
|
Take me high, take me high, baby
|
|
(It's Pac Div baby)
|
|
[Verse 3: BeYoung]
|
Yup, I said my cell phone ringin'
|
Pants still hangin'
|
Pac Div baby, easy like the caveman
|
Dime bag, dub sack
|
Nigga what'chu bringin'
|
Birds jump my bones now
|
That's so raven
|
Check out what I'm flamin'
|
Only that good, good
|
Lace me when I breeze through
|
Funky like it's beef stew
|
White widow train wreck
|
No, I got a sweet tooth
|
Bring your girl, I need to, ride her like a sea doo
|
Tired, y'all might need to
|
Quiet, then you sleep, cool
|
Tires 'bout to screech boo
|
Earth, Wind, and Fire
|
I've been flyer than you seen true
|
Don't got desire to go diving if it's seafood
|
Ain't gotta lie you's a freak too
|
That's how I freaked you
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
[Verse 4: Mibbs]
|
Last year, she was screaming fuck that nigga
|
Now she's bent over like a hunch back nigga
|
Her best friend told her not to trust that nigga
|
Cause her best friend's busy tryna fuck that nigga
|
Damn that's so scandalous
|
But that is Los Angeles
|
The place where the drama is, as common as cancer is
|
Out of towners asking us
|
How do you handle it
|
I just blow out the kush, and crack a smile for the cameras
|
How can a nigga be mad at us
|
How could you not be a fan of us
|
How can you come to my shows, lie to the hoes, and say you my manager
|
Damn that's some thirsty shit
|
For real that's some dirty shit
|
Some musty ass, stinky ass, nasty ass herpes shit (Ugh)
|
|
[Like:]
|
Crabby ass lurking bitch
|
Face look like Erk Tha Jerk
|
Lying like you 21
|
Look more like you 36
|
Scabby ass, scurvy [?]
|
Saggin ass, dirty tits
|
And I'm just being courteous
|
(Heh heh, what are you talking about?)
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
Take me high, take me high, baby
|
Take me high, take me high, baby
|
|
-----------------
|
Take Me High
|
| Pac Div |
