The Game, Dr. Dre Higher cover

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Higher Lyrics

Song Meaning
Verse 1
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that...Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton
Verse 2
It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it)
I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it)
Verse 3
Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up
I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre
Who don't love us, every hood throwin' they dubs up
Who the fuck why'all thought was comin' after Young Buck
Hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike Airs
You want war, we can settle it right here
I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah
Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair
Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there
Matter fact I'll take you in the back
You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys
Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back
Verse 4
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It's the motherfuckin chronic nigga that's whatsup - roll that blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Verse 5
Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did
From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen
This is gin and juice
The doc made the club R.O.C. without Timbaland boots
First nigga to put drolex on a Bentley coupe
You want to pimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside)
Chronic 2005 motherfucker, put the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher girl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back girl
Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch
I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick
I got the lollipop if you want to lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
Verse 6
Verse 7
Put 25's on the hummer, why not
I'ma be here for the next 10 summers
Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin' up they money
I don't need sound scan I'm doin' my own numbers
When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under
I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner
When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers
Low ridin' with a hood rat or a grown woman
And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
'Cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin', Doc got something to say be quiet
Verse 8
Look out for Detox
Verse 9

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