High Off The Ground

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feat. All-Star [Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah... Hypnotize Minds... Project Pat... we just want y'all to dance wit' us man y'all know what it is... It's goin' down [Bridge: DJ Paul] Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it From the back wit' it, wit' it, from the back wit' it, wit' it From the back wit' it, wit' it, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat! [Chorus: DJ paul] Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground) I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground) I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass) Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass) Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground) I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground) I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass) Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass) [Verse 1:] I'm Tenn-o-see, Henn-o-ssey, ridin' in my Im-pala When I flex, in ya face, I'mma make, dogs holler 7-6, Cut-a-lass, clean like the clap dock Eyes gon' swell, to the max, when you see these screens drop Non-stop, mouths drop, rims big, like the rangs Put 'em on, any girl, say, we can do some thangs Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin', sideways Haters look, had a frown, pullin' out the driveways I stay, hangin' at these dust-bunnies, countin' money Old school, twenty-fo's, wit' the Lamborghini doors Sucker knows, how we floss, don't you come, wit' no static If you got a problem wit' it, talk, to that automatic [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Fresh up out the paint shop, wetter than a rain drop I got 'em lookin' hard, lookin' lookin', real hard A nigga still mob, niggaz out here still rob That's why I keep my killers close, wit' that thang cocked I keep the brais blowed out, in a hard top It's so much wood in my ride, they call me tree top Now I ain't ridin' Phantom but I tell ya what I'm in A '85 Box Chevy on some Phantom rims Them fifteen's got my trunk like a earthquake I'm ridin' through the hood mayne it make the earth shake You average rim riders, y'all can gon', hit the benches I'm 'bout to cut my fenders down and add some mo' inches [Chorus] [Verse 3:] See the streets packin' heat, wit' these young killers and 'caine heads Blow snorters that drain lead, wet smokers who brain dead Gun toters who pop cone, ride Caddy and slang stone Get paper and ride chrome, pull capers invade homes Tryna hustle for rich-es, ride twenty six-es Hard for us to quit, 'cause dope sellin' addictive Sold my Chevy dog, and I flipped, to a Cutty Pearly pearl on that girl wit' the guts, peanut butter Dogs howlin' like a wolf, when I ride, in the wind Out here stuntin', actin' bad 'cause I'm fresh, out the pen Niggaz blowin' on that kush weed, that's that good weed Frosty hairs on that green green and wit' no seeds [Chorus] [Bridge x2: DJ Paul] [music to fade]

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