High And Trippin' (Feat. 14K)
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Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Hide, I'm trippin', I'm in the kitchen
Fryin' up some chicken, the rhymes you've been missin'
I put away the pots and pans, time to punch the clock again
Hit the stage and rock the fans, a lot of weed, a lot of hands
In the air, hit the square, that's some pretty good shit you have
You rolled it kinda crooked, yeah, it's a hole in it, look at there
Hold it like you're playin' the flute
I don't like to stay in the booth
But I need to fix my teeth, they say I look like a sabertooth
Never mind 'em, bitches, I get behind 'em and grind 'em
So hard, I make 'em cough up the condom
I'm just bullshittin', I'm too old to bang for hours
Mister Copeland come a-coatin' with a gang of flowers
But if your thang is sour, go find a shower
Panty liner in some kind of fine vagina powder
I was lookin' for some StrangΓ© since I was a young age
Dick got stiff soon as I took a whiff one day
Can you hear it?
Ah yeah
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Drunk and I'm trippin', coochie grippin', tequila sippin'
Not beefin', never slippin', still Cadillac dippin'
Heineken tippin', script never flippin', just lost my ambition
For random women, pokin' and pimpin', can you hear it?
In my voice, well, of course you can't 'cause I'm lyin'
But you can ask my wife, I've been tryin'
, Damn near got divorced a few times
But don't give up on me, fuck with me, fuck me over
Your luck'll be bad as fuck 'cause you're stuck with me
Lots of chokin' and knuckling, no more grinnin' and chuckling
Devin, pass me the weed so I can touch the sky without duckin'
What the fuck am I talkin' about? Nothing
Can you hear it?
Ah yeah
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Ah yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, I flow cool out a Cadillac
Been known to keep it funky like the powder in the Similac
I blow a sack while I'm drippin' facts all over wax
Mister Artifacts came to kick it in the art of rap
A heart attack, the acts that only glitz wearin' they gold
Ain't a solid object rapper got the gift to be this dope
Make amazing situations happen, killin' in the 'yo
I'm a bad man, context, mad professional
Quantum leap, I gotta be the scientific when I spit it
Stimulated, highly medicated, comin' with it vivid
Buzzin' like a bee, Muhammad Ali, you can find me
Poppin' tops and killin' quotes in front the M-I-C
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
Can you, can you hear it? Can you hear it? Ah yeah
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
Ah yeah
Can you hear it?
Hide, I'm trippin', I'm in the kitchen
Fryin' up some chicken, the rhymes you've been missin'
I put away the pots and pans, time to punch the clock again
Hit the stage and rock the fans, a lot of weed, a lot of hands
In the air, hit the square, that's some pretty good shit you have
You rolled it kinda crooked, yeah, it's a hole in it, look at there
Hold it like you're playin' the flute
I don't like to stay in the booth
But I need to fix my teeth, they say I look like a sabertooth
Never mind 'em, bitches, I get behind 'em and grind 'em
So hard, I make 'em cough up the condom
I'm just bullshittin', I'm too old to bang for hours
Mister Copeland come a-coatin' with a gang of flowers
But if your thang is sour, go find a shower
Panty liner in some kind of fine vagina powder
I was lookin' for some StrangΓ© since I was a young age
Dick got stiff soon as I took a whiff one day
Can you hear it?
Ah yeah
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Drunk and I'm trippin', coochie grippin', tequila sippin'
Not beefin', never slippin', still Cadillac dippin'
Heineken tippin', script never flippin', just lost my ambition
For random women, pokin' and pimpin', can you hear it?
In my voice, well, of course you can't 'cause I'm lyin'
But you can ask my wife, I've been tryin'
, Damn near got divorced a few times
But don't give up on me, fuck with me, fuck me over
Your luck'll be bad as fuck 'cause you're stuck with me
Lots of chokin' and knuckling, no more grinnin' and chuckling
Devin, pass me the weed so I can touch the sky without duckin'
What the fuck am I talkin' about? Nothing
Can you hear it?
Ah yeah
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Ah yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, I flow cool out a Cadillac
Been known to keep it funky like the powder in the Similac
I blow a sack while I'm drippin' facts all over wax
Mister Artifacts came to kick it in the art of rap
A heart attack, the acts that only glitz wearin' they gold
Ain't a solid object rapper got the gift to be this dope
Make amazing situations happen, killin' in the 'yo
I'm a bad man, context, mad professional
Quantum leap, I gotta be the scientific when I spit it
Stimulated, highly medicated, comin' with it vivid
Buzzin' like a bee, Muhammad Ali, you can find me
Poppin' tops and killin' quotes in front the M-I-C
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
Can you, can you hear it? Can you hear it? Ah yeah
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
Ah yeah