Memphis Bleek - We Get Low lyrics

Ge-geah, R.O.C.

Yeah yeah

Ge-geah.. yeah, geah

G-yo, g-yo

Aiyyo I'm back wit it, still tote the gat wit it

Still got it locked, I sold some crack wit it

Who could fuck wit it? Not a soul, I'm out of control

The fo'-fo' blow out of control

Blow yo' mind outta that hole..

.. M.E.M. get a broad out of her home, out of her clothes

Into the Benz, get her into sippin the gin

Twistin the lye, get her into pushin the 5

Then we fly out of the state.. let shots out of the 8

They go in and out of your face

You want spend? I take 10 out of the safe

You want drink? Take a bottle, out of the case

Then we.. get into somethin, get into touchin

Get into fuckin - mami, no frontin

Shit, I got cake (geah) I got weight (geah)

Shit you wanna chill, mama, pick a state (let's go)

Let's get high - first class seat on me

We get low - hotel fee on me

Let's get high - lay back, roll up weed

We get low - Bel've on the rocks, apple martini

I'm in the S-5, all black, no tint

with a nice dime - all ass, no tits

Still, rippin the glock (Bleek) playin the block

Fuckin with mine - M.E.M., gettin it hot

Gettin it popped, gettin it jumped, gettin it crunk

And you don't wanna get slump duke, get in the trunk

Got a pound of that green, to get in New York

Get it through customs; Bleek ain't tryin to get caught

but get this - the fifth will get you support

Not that help - that life situation get short

Gettin with ma, Bleek still gettin her high

End up, gettin her somethin she ain't get in her life

She fuckin with them real niggaz who get low, who get dough

who got cake - baby, but get mo'

And I get hoes, but yo' bitch, I got

The same jewels, I got rid of you not (let's go)

Let's get high.. we get low..