Higher lyrics

Artist  : Twista 
Song : Higher



 Send "Higher" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[Intro: Twista + (Ludacris)]
Yeah, you know
it's about to go down right?
(Yeeah!) Got to
let them know who is this? (Ludacris!)
And who
else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!)
Uh, uh (check
it out)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Sometimes I
think that I got to see a little bit of brighter
days
Cause I confine myself to a city near you
in a solid cage
And you could look to the left
or the right but I'm trapped on center
stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't
know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool
and I track them, distract them, and whack
them
Jack a nigga for the day to days and I
yak them, attack them, and sack them
Get a
weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler,
baller, pro
And it wouldn't be right for me to
be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But
I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift
them up off of they toes
With a street sweeper
regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In a
two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of
dro
Smoking, choking, get them open,
croaking
It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep
on floating
Soaking wet and you can bet,
people I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and tigers
and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it or keep
it hidden, good riddance I'm felling good
I'm
weapon-concealing, stealing my
neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a
nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the
doctor, hold my balls and (cough)
You caused
some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown,
honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and
fools is like, "leave me alone!"

[Chorus:
Twista]
Throw it up if you get high, get blow,
get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and
kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the
trunk
All the bad ass bitches that want to
party
Just shake it, great players get
pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the
party
Get money fuck hoes, get
crunk

[Verse 2: Twista]
(Look out!) I
put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking
purple haze
I feel it all over my body,
adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then
rippng shit in a rage
In the netti cofetti with
a belly, Gucci
Timberland stepping on the petal
up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the
wood
Better get the whole motherfucking hood to
come and give you some back up
We can get into
it and if you want to do it
I'm leaking the
fluids out of the bodies that want to come at
this
If they all get some blood for fucking
with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better
not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city,
anybody that different with me
Got to get him
for thinking it's a game
And whether you from
my city or not, talk shit
I'ma kill him
especially if he say my name
I've been up on
him - I handle my business
And I'm a stick him
up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat
piller
Murder haters that don't feel
a
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but
really don't be killers
Balling out so hard
the size of my rims grow to a hellafied
sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger,
I'm going to drop that 2003 on
19"

[Chorus: Twista]

[Verse 3:
Twista]
We balling out of control, I floss on,
play on, pimp on
A speed deamon, pedal to the
metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on cause here
I'm gone
In the motherfucking wind when I'm
sippin on Henn'
I got paper, you owe
something
And I done came a long way from
letting me hold something, to roll
something
Find a body, then fill him up with
some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him
to the cemetery
With a flow for the whole world
like a poet,
Check icy cold, your Pop's so
hungry, he mends a berry
Shit, and when it
come to shipping good
Who that?, who that?, I
got the sack open
And the herb got the flow so
strong
Hot them on crack, the track is for
back-to-back smoking
Never come up with it
unwise, and he
nigga you ain't untouchable
when I spark the heat
Coming at you like
sharks to meat
the blood is softly, I can tell
when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded
cause I'm hard to beat
always screaming where
a beat and the dro at?
You know we love that
cut up
In the back of the club with purple in
the back crying
Twis' and Ludacris get fucked
up

[Chorus: Twista]

[Outro: Twista
+ (Wildstyle)]
Pass me the..
Let me smoke
my..
(Yeeah, this a Wildstyle
production
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get
it, get it
get it, uh, yeeah)