Get High Rule the World

From Da Drought 32007

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Get High Rule the World

[Intro] Yeah Drought 3 Hear my chains? That mean I'm ballin', bitch If you didn't know If you wasn't informed or something like that This is Da Drought 3 And um, check this out [Verse 1] Yeah, imagine wakin' up out your sleep to them pistols blastin' And if the witness is dead, there's no trial If you didn't know then, ho, well, you know now And I don't mean basketball when I say, "I don't know y'all" Money, money, money, money boost my morale Play with my money, money, money, O.K. Corral I like a bitch with an apple bottom like Vokal The top is at my fingertips like I ain't got no nails I got blood brothers, bitch, I ain't got no pals I make a girl get low like I ain't got no L's I'm a paper-chasin' dog, check my toenails And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre I been shot two times, just wipe that off But I thank You for puttin' me right back, Lord And to You, Father, I would give my life back for it That knife, that sword, that gun, that war Make your so-called soldiers just run like Gore Yeah, Frank, that is, from San Francis' And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees Ten addresses and I dresses Like I thinks I'm the motherfuckin' best there is And I'm about to bubble and she catch that fizz And I'm straight from Claiborne, nigga, just ask Liz Check your neck, there ain't a crook like this From the city where the judge throw the book at kids Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid Talk stupid at lunch and we havin' your ribs If you are not home, then we havin' your kids And if you can't come up with half, I'll send you half of your kid Back to the ballin', extravagant crib I'm on the toilet watchin' Martin, just laughin' and shit Don't know why I get high, but I get high I get high like every single day You do shit that them other women can't Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? Yeah I pop a beat and start rollin' And then I smoke it like a motherfuckin' stogie Peep how I wrote it I was rappin' to the ding-ding-ding-ding, fuck it [Chorus] Get high, screw the world And that's that I need all my funds, yeah All my money, baby Black diamonds and pearls Believe that, hmm I made "Bling Bling" and my chest look like a mural I'm nuts, just call me squirrel [Post-Chorus] My fetish is the girls But the women, not the girls Act your age, not your shoe size Maybe we can do the twirl I'll be the prince of her pearl tongue Earring in her pearl tongue If she come, let her girl come Give her a pill, give her girl one [Verse 2] Party time, excellent, yup, Wayne's world Campbell's soup on the wrist, just call me Earl Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard? I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em Merl' "Hey, Merl', light that firre" And I know this old, but I'm really hot in herre I went with the Phantom, my niggas coppin' the Spurs My hand's in the pot, I'd rather eat and stir [Chorus] It's I against the world And I'm strapped, yeah I bring all my guns Shoot mothers, fathers, babies, damn Black handguns to serve We can see, but we are so blind to the signs They tryin' to lose the world [Post-Chorus] And we will walk right up with our guns, yup Hand in hand, yeah We'll march right after the drum But I don't mean no band [Outro] Nigga, Drought 3

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"Get High Rule the World" is a song by Lil Wayne from the album Da Drought 3, released in 2007. The song was written by Lil Wayne. It was produced by Rashad Smith, Trackmasters.

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