All these n#gg#s and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ f#ck
All these n#gg#s and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ f#ck
All these n#gg#s and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ f#ck
All these n#gg#s and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ f#ck
Talking that, walking that, spitting at hoes
Smoking this, drinking that, getting at hoes
f#ck this I’m hitting that I’m hitting em both
Have one riding dick, one licking my toes
When I’m loving these hoes there ain’t no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bare britches
Rare b#tches like them hoes in them Black Tail pictures
b#tch jumped off my dick
(Is that Dre over there?)
Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy
Ain’t no telling what the side effects could be
All these fine b#tches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad b#tch laying next to me
No doubt, sat 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 passed out
Come on let’s get high, high
Let’s get high, high
Come on let’s get high, high
Let’s get high, all my ladies
Let’s get high, high
High, high
Let’s get high, high
Come on let’s get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G’d up apparel
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I’m f#cking something in this b#tch
Hit ’em with some gangster sh#t
Put something in your mouth b#tch real tasty
I’m looking real saucy in my gangster-ass Stacys
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an’
Got all the hoes in this m#th*rf#ck*r bouncing
Bouncing
Yo, what’s up, Scruncho?
Mel-Man. what’s cracking?
What’s up with all these old punk #ss hoes in here?
n#gg# what, I’m a hustling b#tch
I like them get rich n#gg#s
Them hit the switch n#gg#s
n#gg#s bout the sex and which b#tch to hit next
While I’m kicking my game and collecting them checks
Got all y’all n#gg#s vexed to f#ck this triple-X rated ho
You say you ain’t eat it, you ate it though
And uh, Roq don’t stop, can’t be dropping no drawers
To the n#gg#s how you figure got you sh#tting in yours
Yeah, little dicks always running their 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 talking about
Get the loot, get the ice, f#ck the wife, no doubt
Trying to live lavy, marry a big dick and stay cavi
Holler back at them n#gg#s that hollered at me
Pop the Cris’
Whip the six and sh#t
And have all y’all n#gg#s limp when I twist my sh#t
Yeah, b#tch #ss n#gg#s
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Dr. Dre Lyrics – Let’s Get High