Trackmasters - Get High Rule The World lyrics

[Intro] Drought 3, hear my chains... ha! That mean I'm ballin, b**h... if ya didn't know If you wasn't informed, or somethin' like that This is Da Drought 3, and um... check this out [Verse 1] Yeah, imagine waking up out ya sleep to them pistols blastin And if the witness is dead, there's no trial If you didn't know then, ho, well, ya know now And I don't mean basketball, when I say I don't know Yao Money money money money: boost my morale Play with my money money money: O.K. Corral I like a b**h with a apple bottom, like Vokal The top is at my fingertips, like I ain't got no nails I got blood brothers b**h, I ain't got no pals I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's I'm a paper chasin' dog, check my toenails And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre I been shot two times; just wipe that off But I thank you for putting me right back, Lord And to you, Father, I would give my life back for it That knife that sword; that gun, that war Make ya so-called soldiers just run like Gore Yeah, Frank that is, from San Francis And I got more banana clips then chimpanzees Ten addresses and I dresses Like I thinks I'm the muthaf**in' best there is And I'm about to bubble and she catch that fizz And I'm straight from Claiborne, n***a; just ask Liz Check ya neck, there ain't a crook like this From the city where the judge throw the book at kids Burner in school, in my bookbag hid Talk stupid at lunch and we havin' ya ribs If you are not home, then we havin' ya kids And if you can't come up with half, I'll send ya half of ya kid Back to the board, an extravagant crib I'm on the toilet watchin' Martin, just laughin' and sh** Don't know why I get high, but I get high I get high like every single day We do sh** that them other women can't Mary Jane, what is it you've done to me? I pop a beat and start rollin' And then I smoke it like a muthaf**in' stogie Peep how I wrote it, I was rappin to the Ding-ding-ding-ding... f** it [Hook] Get high, screw the world, and that's that I need all my funds, yeah, all my money baby Black diamonds and pearls, believe that I made bling bling and my chest look like a mural I'm nuts, just call me Squirrel [Verse 2] My fetish is the girls... but the women, not the girls Act your age, not your shoe size, maybe we can do the twirl I'll be the Prince of a Pearl.. tongue Earring in her pearl... tongue If she come let her girl... come Give her a pill, giver her a girl... one Party time, excellent, yup, Wayne's World Campbell's soup on the wrist, just call me Earl Lil' Marl, don't shoot em, ya heard I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em Merle Hey, Merle, light that fur And I know this old, but I'm really "Hot in Herre" I went with the Phantom, my n***as coppin' the spurs My hand's in the pot, I'd rather eat and stir [Hook] It's I against the world, and I'm strapped... yeah I bring all my guns... shoot mothers, fathers, babies, damn! Black hand guns to serve, we could see But we are so blind to the signs they tryin' to lose the world And we will walk right up with our guns, yup, hand n' hand, yeah We'll march right after the drum, but I don't need no band n***a, Drought 3