Postin' High

[Verse 1] Here we go, we're on the late night tip Master Ace with a tight grip Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud People, they gather to hear a rather proud Brother, originator of the third power Action the posse grows just like a flower Check it out, here's the scene The nightclub, you know what I mean The dancefloor - nuff heads Gucci girls, a few tuff dreads Homeboys dipped in silky Leather seats in the Benzes often milky Cuban link, a lotta Moet to drink Cash spent as fast as you blink And all you hear is (go, go, go) None of these folks are livin' low They're livin' on the (high) (High) You're postin' high [Verse 2] Yo, look at slim (word) she's soft as satin Livin' on the upper west side of Manhattan She's paid, I mean bucks She's got a maid and her butler wears a tux And look, look at the car that she's drivin' Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and Swing it, rope it up and string it Open up and sting it... (yeah right, K) O-oh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'? Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token? Yeah aight, sleep and keep snoozin' Give me a week, in her Benz you'll see me cruisin' I'll be like, "yeah, what up, yo?" (Yo) "want a lift to the 3 train?" (yeah, man...) No Call a cab to come and get'cha 'Cause I'm too damn fly to be seen wit'cha I be chillin', livin' like the most guy Lookin' fly, cause I know how to post high (High) I be postin' high [Verse 3] Ah, Master Ace, and how are you? Enjoy the party? Word, yo, I am too So what's your name? Hmm, that's kinda different I must say hard to spell, I trust - hey! Is that a diamond in your gold front? Cute - so is that custom-made Gucci suit Cost a lot? Damn, that's kinda steep Oh yo, I think you got a beep The pay phone is right - oh, you got a car phone? Go right ahead, I be at the bar alone Hurry back, okay? Hurry back 'Cause as I look around, these other girls are very wack ( *humming to the music* ) Damn, ay yo, what's takin' her so long? I wanted us to dance, they just put on my song (Yo Ace, there she is) Ay yo, who's that she's with? (That's Merlin, he drives a Sterling, he's kinda swift) Oh, it's like that? Well, go head, miss fly I see how you're livin', you're livin' on the high Post (High) Yo, she's postin' high [Verse 4] Alright, alright, maybe you are right I need to stay down off the post, because the hype Might make me light in the head, so instead I stay down on the ground where they frown, 'cause they're fed Because they wanna live a life with glamor They hope and hope and hope, but like a hammer Reality shatters every single hope So what they do, is simply try to cope But who can be happy livin' in the state of poverty Watchin' the next man live greater? All he ever does is wish for a chance Wishin' he could buy the suits and the silk pants And all she ever does is pray That one day she'll have a full-link mink, but hey They want somethin' for nothin' You gotta work, jerk, it's not that tough, and Wise up, rise up, and then you can size up to the fly And wear the clothes of those that post high (High) Postin high Post high - but keep a level mind Post high - but never live blind Post high - but never make that The most important whisker on your cat Post high - but never put the next man down Post high - but keep your feet on the ground Post high - but don't forget your friends While you're doin' laps in your Benz Postin' high DJ Steady Pace - is postin' high Mr. Cee - is postin' high Craig G - is postin' high King Asiatic - is postin' high Biz Mark and Cool V - are postin' high Roxanne Shante - is postin' high