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Kayne West lyrics Get Em High (feat. Talib Kweli, Common) lyrics I'm tryin to catch the beat uh I'm tryin to catch the beat I'm tryin to catch the beat uh uh uh I'm tryin to catch the beat N-now th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH N-n-n-now my flow Is in the pocket like Wallace I got the bounce like hydrolics I can't call it I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics My freshman year I was goin through hell a problem Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege My teacher said I'se a loser I told her why don't you kill me I give a fuck if you fail me I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow My heart, and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back you see I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastard's flow will bash a skull And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro And I don't usually smoke but pass the 'dro And I won't give you that money that you askin fo' Why you think me and Dame cool we ask hoes That's why we here your music in fast fo' Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' N-now th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailin me at 11:26 tellin me that she 36-26 plus double-d You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee At NYU but she headed from Kansas right now she just lampin chillin on campus Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T it's gettin late mami your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me and bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib lyric sticks to your rib) I mean (That's my favorite CD That I play at my crib) I mean (You don't really know him why is you lyin) Yo Kwe she don't believe me Please pickup the line She gon' think that I'm lyin Just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick All the time and get her high Yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dolls but GET EM HIGH I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south Well ok you twisted my arm I'll asist with the charm aiyyo I though you meet that chickit that got friends with yo moms And she's the bomb boy she got the bouj I behavior Always got somethin to say like a bookee playa hater Anyway I don't usualy fuck a interneter Draws stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin that much you tryin to get off cigarettes And she think it's fly she ain't met a real nigga yet I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it Get em high like noon or the moon or room filled with smoke A high filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune but I still feel the notes The real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find like a remonte control rap is not a Used soup it still got life that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs it's like Tiger Woods in the hood to have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor I stole all liver niggaz in you You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me they say Hip-Hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees and pro-ducers is populer Twelve thousand spins nobody got to coppin her Album how come you the hot garbager The years clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up tellin' you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup illeaterate nigga Read the infa red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dansin for money like honey I did this my way So when the industry crash I survive like Kanye Spittin' through wires and fires emcees retirin' Got yo hands up get them motherfuckers higher then N-now th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin' yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH Other Kayne West lyrics: All Falls Down (feat. Syleena Johnson) lyrics Breathe In Breathe Out (feat. Ludacris) lyrics Family Business lyrics Jesus Walks lyrics Never Let Me Down (feat. Jay-z, J-ivy) lyrics School Spirit lyrics Slow Jamz (feat. Twista, Jamie Foxx) lyrics Spaceship (feat. Glc, Consequence) lyrics The New Workout Plan lyrics Two Words lyrics We Don't Care lyrics 2 Words (feat. Freeway, Mos Def) lyrics Through The Wire lyrics |