Brooklyn Zu - Gettin' High lyrics

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Brooklyn Zu - Gettin' High lyrics

[Intro: Rayson, Zu Keeper] Aiyyo, what's up n***a? Roll up that sh** Yo, where you comin' from, n***a? The f** you talkin' 'bout? I'm comin' from Franklin n***a, Brooklyn Zu Yo, I got a badge You got a badge? n***a, just give me $5 A'ight. You know I'm sayin', du'? Word up Now which one of you n***as really got dough? None o' us Yo, yo, yo [Hook: Rayson] We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot n***as Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high *repeat 3x* [12 O'Clock] What's up, n***a? What, you strung out, you ain't workin no more? Got that ho-a** b**h tellin' you you ain't worth it no more She f**in' while you on tour, the n***a next door Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in the jaw Na, n***a need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more She's a chickenhead who*e, tryin' to score I knew a b**h like that before, named Mo' What a mink in the snow, a ring on the toe 12 O'Clock know, a b**h never want a b**h b**h! [La the Darkman] Yo 12, this b**h Sky livin' in Bed-stuy Hon' used to be a dime 'til she started gettin' high The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream Told her he was rich, so she s**ed his dick Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit s**in' him off in the whip, he loved that b**h He loved that b**h.. he loved that b**h [Hook: repeat 3x] [Shorty sh** Stain] I know this n***a on the Hill who got mad mils Some ma**es, got credit cards, I mean this n***a got big bills Well, anyway, I'mma sick him He trust this girl named Dawn, put me on, took the ho Vic 'em She say he don't be home to caress her So I undressed her and made her feel better He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor So what more, could you ask for? [Outro: Zu Keeper] Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty sh** Stain Yo... yeah. One time