Get U High

Song

Get U High

Roots Manuva · Alternately Deep · 2006 · 3:24

Lyrics

Come with the I Look out man Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky One box of Bensons, I'm cessin' the beat I push my pen until my pen sees mills They tell me don't talk money 'cause money too ghastly But don't you ask me where my arse be My hot seats, ten thousand degrees of yearning need Gimme, gimme my fees How can I wanna lead amongst all of these discrepancies? Is he king? Is he prince? Is he dude? Can't tell me nothing, just kiss my cord root I see their game and all that they stand for But do they know what Rebel I's planned for? He's on another realm, he's on another plane Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky Mr. Money Grip from the abstract scene Can't remember nothing 'cause I'm much too lean Step into the place with roots by cuisine Rock groove come out and I rock on come in You say I'm a heart but I might get mean I've been true to the core since I was a young teen Some might consider me a boom-bip fiend Even in the cold I be eating ice cream I'm not your shouty rapper man, Smit don't scream I'm passionate like Martin Luther King, I have a dream I'm a lil' black bloke, I'm never over keen I do my thing, I do my thing Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky Rattle the rammo, Smit bring the blammo Jah know said it's certified, certainly I and I And the whole circumference, I jump for deafness I jump for joy, the ploy of the top boy Employed by the gods to redistribute the wards Then burn every penny on trips to Arabafeni And many things to all the women, all the men and the children Time move, time prove every bloodclaat thing Time know, time show every bloodclaat thing People move your mind mass, tune your mind mass Tap your toe or shake that ass Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky Loaded, loaded, me oh my Luva MC gonna get you high Loaded, loaded, me oh my Pussy and cootie better look to the sky

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