Lyrics to Higher
[feat. Swizz Beatz & Jay Electronica]
[Bob Marley Sample]
[The Game:]
Guess who in the building
Send New York a fax[? ]
Tell em I'm riding chronica with Jay Electronica
Tell em it's (Game Time)
Yeah let em know son
I've been swizz cheesing beats since '01
I put the Range in the Rov
The 6 in the hundred
Stay blunted nigga I gets money
You niggas spittin to get cars and cop cribs
Can I live
Drive that bullshit off a bridge
With a Jesus piece under my polo
Entourage never that now I ride solo
Toll up backwards and smoke with Finesse, yes!
I said a prayer than took off my vest
Now I'm walking with the side full fully loaded
Back on the top like I'm sittin on the Eiffell
Tower I devoure MC's
I'm dope aka a hundred keys
[Chorus:]
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(Put ya drinks in the air and get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(ay, ay, Game and Swizz in here we get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(Put your hands in the air and get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
[Jay Electronica:]
Nas already told you the rap game is like the crack game
Cut throat, you got to pull your own weight nigga [? ]
I'm out West now banging with the Game and 'em
California top shelf kush to the cranium
One love one blood the legend is real
Word to @Iamdiddy the President Seal has been stamped and approved
We rock every crowd you get trampled and booed
Uh ha, it's the phantom of the shock wa
Slum dog opera, rap radar, nahright, okayplayer, mashup
Everything was all good just a week ago
What happened to your clique nigga where your people go
I got a message for you homie
We got the game locked down from Engerwood to [? ]
Jay Elecdomica and Westside rear
Breaking bread like Black Kings fuck what you sayin'
[Chorus]
[Nas]
[Bob Marley Sample]
[The Game:]
Guess who in the building
Send New York a fax[? ]
Tell em I'm riding chronica with Jay Electronica
Tell em it's (Game Time)
Yeah let em know son
I've been swizz cheesing beats since '01
I put the Range in the Rov
The 6 in the hundred
Stay blunted nigga I gets money
You niggas spittin to get cars and cop cribs
Can I live
Drive that bullshit off a bridge
With a Jesus piece under my polo
Entourage never that now I ride solo
Toll up backwards and smoke with Finesse, yes!
I said a prayer than took off my vest
Now I'm walking with the side full fully loaded
Back on the top like I'm sittin on the Eiffell
Tower I devoure MC's
I'm dope aka a hundred keys
[Chorus:]
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(Put ya drinks in the air and get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(ay, ay, Game and Swizz in here we get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(Put your hands in the air and get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
[Jay Electronica:]
Nas already told you the rap game is like the crack game
Cut throat, you got to pull your own weight nigga [? ]
I'm out West now banging with the Game and 'em
California top shelf kush to the cranium
One love one blood the legend is real
Word to @Iamdiddy the President Seal has been stamped and approved
We rock every crowd you get trampled and booed
Uh ha, it's the phantom of the shock wa
Slum dog opera, rap radar, nahright, okayplayer, mashup
Everything was all good just a week ago
What happened to your clique nigga where your people go
I got a message for you homie
We got the game locked down from Engerwood to [? ]
Jay Elecdomica and Westside rear
Breaking bread like Black Kings fuck what you sayin'
[Chorus]
[Nas]
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