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letra de let's get high - dr dre

[all together]
all these n-gg-z and all these hoes in here
somebody here gon’ f-ck! (repeat 4x)

[hittman]
talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes
smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes
f-ck this i’m hittin that i’m hittin em both
have one ridin d-ck, one lickin my toes
when i’m lovin these hoes there ain’t no love involved
no hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
rare b-tches like to pose in them black tail pictures
b-tch jumped off my d-ck, “is that dre over there?”

[dr. dre]
yeah — i just took some ecstasy
ain’t no tellin what the side effects could be
all these fine b-tches equal s-x to me
plus i got this bad b-tch layin next to me
no doubt, sit back on the couch
pants down, rubber on, set to turn that -ss out
laid the b-tch out, then i put it in her mouth
pulled out, nutted on a towel and p-ssed out

[kurupt]
come on let’s get high (hiiiiigh..)
let’s get high (hiiiiigh..)
come on let’s get high (hiiiiigh..)
let’s get high, all my ladies
let’s get high (hiiiiigh..)
high (hiiiiigh..)
let’s get high (hiiiiigh..)
come on let’s get high

i make the four hop {-hydraulic sound-} pull up at the spot
weed by the barrels in my g’d up apparel
stompin in the party, kurupt, young gotti
i’m f-ckin somethin in this b-tch, hit em with some gangsta sh-t
put somethin in your mouth b-tch real tasty
i’m lookin real sauce in my gangsta–ss casey’s
hit the party, ease up, kurupt with an ounce an’
got all the hoes in this motherf-cker bouncin {-hydraulics-}
down to..

yo whattup scram jones?
mel-man what’s crackin?
wh-ssup wit all these ol’ punk -ss hoes in here?

[ms. roq]
n-gg- whut??! i’m a hustlin b-tch!
i like them get rich n-gg-z, them hit the switch n-gg-z
n-gg-z bout the s-x and which b-tch to hit next
while i’m kickin my game and collectin them checks
got all y’all n-gg-z vexed to f-ck this triple-x rated hoe
you say you ain’t eat it – you ate it though
and uhh, roq don’t stop, can’t be droppin no drawers
to the n-gg-z how you figure got you sh-ttin in yours
yeah, little d-cks always runnin they mouth
while a b-tch is better off to m-st-rb-t- and be out
all you b-tches up in here know what i’m talkin about
get the loot, get the ice, f-ck the wife, no doubt
tryin to live lavish, marry a big d-ck and stay carried
holla back at them n-gg-z that hollered at me
pop the cris’, whip the six and sh-t
and have all y’all n-gg-z limp when i twist my sh-t
yeah! b-tch -ss n-gg-z!

- dr dre

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