作词 : Kanye West/Lonnie Lynn/Talib Kweli Greene 作曲 : Kanye West/Lonnie Lynn/Talib Kweli Greene Uh-uh I'm tryna catch the beat uh I'm tryna to catch the beat I'm tryna to catch the beat uh uh uh I'm tryna to catch the beat N-now th-th-throw your mother****in' hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to yo' mother****in' man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losin' your high then smoke again Keep 'em high N-n-n-now my flow Is in the pocket like wallets I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it I got the swerve like alcohol-ics My freshman year I was going Through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve To drop my a*s up out of college My teacher said I'se a loser I told her why don't you kill me I give a **** if you fail me I'm gonna fol-low 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 bastard's flow will bash your skull And I will cut your girl like pastor tro' And I don't usually smoke but pass the 'dro And I won't give you that money that you askin' for Why you think me and dame cool We a*****es That's why we hear your music in fast forward 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo' N-now th-th-throw your mother****in' hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to your mother****in' man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losin' yo' high then smoke again Keep 'em high N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailing me at 1126 Telling me that she 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 late great Francis W-H-I-T it's getting late mami Your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me And bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli You mean Talib Lyrics sticks to your rib I mean That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib I mean you don't really know him Why is you lyin' Yo Kwe she don't believe me Please pick up the line She gon' think that I'm lyin' Just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her d**k all the time And get her high yeah owww I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes But never-mind I need some tracks You tryin' to pull tracks out And my rhymes is finna blow You trying to blow backs out Well okay you twisted my arm I'll assist with the charm Ayo ain't you meet that chick At that conference with your moms And sister's the bomb Boy she got the bougie behavior Always got something to say like a okay playa hater Anyways I don't usually **** with the internet Or chicks with birth control Stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really ****in' that much Or tryna get off cigarettes If she think it's fly She ain't met a real nigga yet Now I apologize if I come off A little inconsiderate I got the bubba kush and a Sister could get a hit of it yeah Get 'em high like noon or the moon Or a room filled with smoke A hype-filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed Out of tune But I still filled the notes with real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find Like a remote Control rap is out of Used to but still got love That's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs it's like tiger woods in the hood Should have my own reality show Called soul survivor I stole on live-er nigga s than you You's a b***h I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me They say hip-hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name Like Alicia Keys Too many featured emcees And pro-ducers is popular Twelve thousand spins Nobody got to coppin' a Album how come you the hot garbage of The year it's clear your image is looped up Label got you souped up Tellin' you you sick When you a d**k with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up With a pimp cup Illiterate nigga read the infra Red across your head I'm bred king like Simba Bolder than Denver I ain't a Madd Rapper Just a emcee with a temper You dancin' for money like honey I did this my way So when the industry crash I survive like Kanye Spittin' through wires and fires emcees retirin' Got your hands up Get them mother****ers higher then N-now th-th-throw your mother****in' hands Get 'em high yeah All the girls pass the weed to your mother****in' man Get 'em high mm-mm uh-uh Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high keep 'em high Keep 'em high uh-uh And if you're losin' your high then smoke again Keep 'em high
[00:00.00] 作词 : Kanye West/Lonnie Lynn/Talib Kweli Greene [00:00.14] 作曲 : Kanye West/Lonnie Lynn/Talib Kweli Greene [00:00.28]Uh-uh I'm tryna catch the beat uh [00:04.21]I'm tryna to catch the beat [00:06.75]I'm tryna to catch the beat uh uh uh [00:09.66]I'm tryna to catch the beat [00:11.12]N-now th-th-throw your mother****in' hands [00:14.08]Get 'em high [00:16.42]All the girls pass the weed to yo' mother****in' man [00:19.39]Get 'em high [00:21.79]Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands [00:24.74]Keep 'em high [00:27.20]And if you're losin' your high then smoke again [00:29.97]Keep 'em high [00:31.17]N-n-n-now my flow [00:33.28]Is in the pocket like wallets [00:34.87]I got the bounce like hydraulics [00:35.90]I can't call it [00:36.79]I got the swerve like alcohol-ics [00:38.73]My freshman year I was going [00:40.00]Through hella problems [00:40.92]'Til I built up the nerve [00:42.09]To drop my a*s up out of college [00:44.33]My teacher said I'se a loser [00:45.43]I told her why don't you kill me [00:46.74]I give a **** if you fail me [00:48.10]I'm gonna fol-low my heart [00:50.31]And if you follow the charts [00:51.74]Or the plaques or the stacks [00:53.05]You ain't gotta guess who's back you see [00:55.05]I'm so chi that you thought I was bashful [00:57.23]But this bastard's flow will bash your skull [00:59.95]And I will cut your girl like pastor tro' [01:02.43]And I don't usually smoke but pass the 'dro [01:05.33]And I won't give you that money that you askin' for [01:08.01]Why you think me and dame cool [01:09.67]We a*****es [01:11.04]That's why we hear your music in fast forward [01:13.72]'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo' [01:16.36]N-now th-th-throw your mother****in' hands [01:19.13]Get 'em high [01:21.61]All the girls pass the weed to your mother****in' man [01:24.43]Get 'em high [01:26.99]Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands [01:29.93]Keep 'em high [01:32.48]And if you're losin' yo' high then smoke again [01:35.28]Keep 'em high [01:36.61]N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this [01:39.46]E-mailing me at 1126 [01:42.39]Telling me that she 36-26 plus double-d [01:46.02]You know how girls on [01:46.91]Black planet be when they get bubbly [01:49.23]At NYU but she hail from Kansas [01:51.82]Right now she just lampin' chillin' on campus [01:54.53]Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice [01:57.23]Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis [01:59.97]W-H-I-T it's getting late mami [02:02.60]Your screen saver say tweet [02:04.27]So you got to call me [02:05.61]And bring a friend for my friend [02:07.02]His name Kweli [02:08.26]You mean Talib [02:09.23]Lyrics sticks to your rib [02:10.38]I mean [02:10.89]That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib [02:13.27]I mean you don't really know him [02:14.92]Why is you lyin' [02:16.22]Yo Kwe she don't believe me [02:17.35]Please pick up the line [02:18.77]She gon' think that I'm lyin' [02:20.04]Just spit a couple of lines [02:21.38]Then maybe I'll be able to give her d**k all the time [02:24.14]And get her high yeah owww [02:26.86]I can't believe this [02:27.57] nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes [02:29.47]But never-mind I need some tracks [02:30.95]You tryin' to pull tracks out [02:32.27]And my rhymes is finna blow [02:33.67]You trying to blow backs out [02:34.95]Well okay you twisted my arm [02:36.52]I'll assist with the charm [02:37.69]Ayo ain't you meet that chick [02:38.92]At that conference with your moms [02:40.47]And sister's the bomb [02:41.43]Boy she got the bougie behavior [02:43.09]Always got something to say like a okay playa hater [02:45.88]Anyways I don't usually **** with the internet [02:48.60]Or chicks with birth control [02:49.50]Stuck to they arm like Nicorette [02:51.35]You really ****in' that much [02:52.68]Or tryna get off cigarettes [02:54.07]If she think it's fly [02:55.00]She ain't met a real nigga yet [02:56.71]Now I apologize if I come off [02:58.46]A little inconsiderate [02:59.85]I got the bubba kush and a [03:00.97]Sister could get a hit of it yeah [03:02.42]Get 'em high like noon or the moon [03:04.35]Or a room filled with smoke [03:05.91]A hype-filled with dope [03:07.86]Y'all assumed I was doomed [03:09.27]Out of tune [03:09.92]But I still filled the notes with real nigga quotes [03:13.25]Real rappers is hard to find [03:14.88]Like a remote [03:16.86]Control rap is out of [03:18.72]Used to but still got love [03:20.61]That's why I abuse you who are not thugs [03:23.44]Rock clubs it's like tiger woods in the hood [03:26.33]Should have my own reality show [03:28.00]Called soul survivor [03:29.60]I stole on live-er nigga s than you [03:32.13]You's a b***h I got ones that are thicker than you [03:34.74]How could I ever let your words affect me [03:37.11]They say hip-hop is dead [03:38.45]I'm here to resurrect me [03:39.81]Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these [03:42.64]That's why the raw don't know your name [03:44.64]Like Alicia Keys [03:45.79]Too many featured emcees [03:47.12]And pro-ducers is popular [03:48.84]Twelve thousand spins [03:50.08]Nobody got to coppin' a [03:51.56]Album how come you the hot garbage of [03:54.84]The year it's clear your image is looped up [03:57.00]Label got you souped up [03:58.36]Tellin' you you sick [03:59.42]When you a d**k with a loose nut [04:01.08]Video hard to watch like Medusa [04:04.40]Even your club record need a booster [04:06.98]Chimped up [04:07.64]With a pimp cup [04:08.74]Illiterate nigga read the infra [04:10.58]Red across your head [04:11.73]I'm bred king like Simba [04:13.30]Bolder than Denver [04:14.60]I ain't a Madd Rapper [04:15.84]Just a emcee with a temper [04:17.87]You dancin' for money like honey [04:19.46]I did this my way [04:20.78]So when the industry crash [04:22.38]I survive like Kanye [04:24.02]Spittin' through wires and fires emcees retirin' [04:26.70]Got your hands up [04:27.92]Get them mother****ers higher then [04:29.36]N-now th-th-throw your mother****in' hands [04:32.11]Get 'em high yeah [04:34.65]All the girls pass the weed to your mother****in' man [04:37.56]Get 'em high mm-mm uh-uh [04:39.96]Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands [04:42.82]Keep 'em high keep 'em high [04:44.22]Keep 'em high uh-uh [04:45.50]And if you're losin' your high then smoke again [04:48.26]Keep 'em high
