Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Get High, artist - Juicy J. Album song Hustle Till I Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2009
Record label: D-Brady Investments, Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Let's Get High |
Mane I’m geeked up, play that shit |
Man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up |
Man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up |
Man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up |
Man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up |
Ecstasy pills, Xanax pills and some Percocet |
Ambien, Oxycontin pills, let’s do all that |
Ecstasy pills, Xanax pills and some Percocet |
Ambien Oxycontin pills, let’s do all that |
Let’s get high, let’s get high, let’s get high, let’s get high |
Let’s get high, let’s get high, let’s get high, let’s get high |
Let’s get high, let’s get high, let’s get high, let’s get high |
I got a bag of pills, nigga I’m in a battlefield |
I’m at the club makin' a killin' like this can’t be real |
I’m takin' shots of Goose while these hoes gettin' loose |
You know these girls love to get high in the DJ booth |
I met a Asian chick, man she had these braids and shit |
She had been rolling by the hour and she want some dick |
We didn’t make it to the booth we in the bathroom |
She started sucking on my dick, I was like wooh |
Left out the bathroom cause I got to kill my beers |
I told the girl before I left «You can keep the jizz» |
I’m at the DJ booth so I popped a Xanny pill |
I washed it down with Jäger, nigga, yeah I’m keeping it real |
I’m trying to get a fill, plus this club a little weird |
Ain’t nobody got no grill but they snortin' our dollar bills |
All kinds of girls off in the club, I don’t discriminate |
I’m just a nigga that get high and put dick in your face |
Oh it ain’t over, no sir |
The club is closing, now I’m try’na rush up to the bar |
I need 5 Jäger shots and another bar |
Didn’t wanna serve me cause I’m stumbling all over the place |
The bartender kept saying «Man, you look shit faced» |
I said shit face, nigga, I got a shit race |
I put my fist off in yo' mouth and that’s how shit taste |
He called security then the bouncers threw me up out the bitch |
But that’s ok I called a cab and then I hit the strip club |
Man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up |
Man I’m geeked up… |