Les paroles de la chanson
« Get em high »
Kanye West
Verse 1:
My flow is in the pocket like wallets I got the bounce like hyrdolics
I can’t call it I got the swerve like alcholics
My freshman year I was going through hell of problems
Till I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college
My teacher said I’s a loser I told her why don’t you kill me
I give a fuck if you feel me I’m gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the charts or the plaques or the stacks
You ain’t gotta guess who’s back
You see I’m so Chi that you thought I was bashful
But this bastards flow will bash ya skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don’t usually smoke but pass the dro
And I won’t give you that money that you asking for
Why you think me and Dame is cool we assholes
And thats why I hear your music in fast forward
Cause we don’t wanna hear that weak shit no more
Verse 2:
Now who the hell is this e-mailing me at 11:26
Tellin me that shes 36-26
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly
At NYU but she hail from Kansas
Right now she just lampin chillin on campus
Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the last great Francis
W-H-I-TE its gettin late mommy your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me
And bring a friend for my friennd his name Kweli
"You mean Talib lyrics stick to your rib
I mean thats my favorite CD that I play in my crib.
I mean you don’t really know him why is you lying?"
Yo Kwe she don’t beleive me please pick up the line
She gonna think that I’m lying just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I’ll be able to give her dick all the time and get her high
My flow is in the pocket like wallets I got the bounce like hyrdolics
I can’t call it I got the swerve like alcholics
My freshman year I was going through hell of problems
Till I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college
My teacher said I’s a loser I told her why don’t you kill me
I give a fuck if you feel me I’m gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the charts or the plaques or the stacks
You ain’t gotta guess who’s back
You see I’m so Chi that you thought I was bashful
But this bastards flow will bash ya skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don’t usually smoke but pass the dro
And I won’t give you that money that you asking for
Why you think me and Dame is cool we assholes
And thats why I hear your music in fast forward
Cause we don’t wanna hear that weak shit no more
Verse 2:
Now who the hell is this e-mailing me at 11:26
Tellin me that shes 36-26
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly
At NYU but she hail from Kansas
Right now she just lampin chillin on campus
Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the last great Francis
W-H-I-TE its gettin late mommy your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me
And bring a friend for my friennd his name Kweli
"You mean Talib lyrics stick to your rib
I mean thats my favorite CD that I play in my crib.
I mean you don’t really know him why is you lying?"
Yo Kwe she don’t beleive me please pick up the line
She gonna think that I’m lying just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I’ll be able to give her dick all the time and get her high
