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