Higher-Drake And The Game

Artist：game Songs Title：higher It＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex It＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that... Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside It＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that, it＇s that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton It＇s not that I can＇t stop, It＇s that I won＇t stop, I make it hot (I do it) I＇ll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I＇ll make the whole club rock (I do it) Lace my And Ones up, put my gun up I don＇t need that I＇m riding wit Dre Who don＇t love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the f**k yall thought was comin after Young Buck hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there Matter fact I＇ll take you in the back you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back (I can take you hiyaaaah) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo＇ - You ain＇t know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It＇s the motherf**kin chronic n***a thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I＇m the motherf**kin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen This is gin and juice the doc made the club R.O.C. without timbaland boots First n***a to put drolex on a bentley coupe You wanna piimp? I perm my s**t up like snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 motherf**ker, put the purple in the dutch ＂Let it Burn＂ like Usher giirl Drop down, do the eagle, f**k that Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl Make 50 spill his cris, he＇ll call you a bitch I＇ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you wanna lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick Put 25＇s on the hummer, why not I＇ma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter I＇m f**kin up they money I don＇t need sound scan I＇m doin my own numbers When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em＇ in every color yea I＇m a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman And I＇ll do anything but I won＇t f**k Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the f**k I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet Look out for Detox