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Q-Tip - Higher lyrics
Take you (higher) Hit you (higher) Make you (higher) Hit you (higher) Take you (higher) I don't know what to make of this Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous I guess I really gotta do it Put my game down ?????? fucking blew it Put my name down And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains My man ???? so he stressing your chain We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun We in the space for positionin' Money and illiciting Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in We bewildered off the sacks and the green Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens You better raise your game They comin' at you high You better raise your game Don't ask no questions why, nigga Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit And speak literally, you in some shit (Higher) take you (Higher) hit you (Higher) make you (Higher) hit you (Higher) I dominate flows I dominate shows And, in the nightime our dominance grows And, you could see from the posture I'm holding Yo, I'm ???? up while the rest is folding A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and Experience, adventures like poseidon Bunk heads with r and b chicks Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the |
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