Higher

(album: D.O.D. - 2005)

Me and you, babygirl, is like best friends
Let me hit you when I get the notion
On I-55, you and I, let's ride, hitting on potion
Some say she's flicky-flicky
Lemme kiss yo' little 'neeta
I'm bending through the backs and curves
Inhale, exhale the herb

Let me open up your mind to this concept
Hit this, 'B, and take one step
If you listen to the words from a wordsmith
As the herb shift
To the curb while my 22" spins
In my baby-blue Benz
Girls say, "That boy is acting up, but
that's the way he is."

You looking good when you stepping out a centerfold
Tell me would we, baby? Can I reach a pinnacle?
But ever since I did a dime in this street game
They left a motherfucker cold, and you know it
I'll put you in a beat and I'll blow it
Keep it real with the bitches and I never sugarcoat it
You like tight herb and when I pull up to the curb it's like
When I pull up to the curb it's like

When I'm laying in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spitting good game
Blowing smoke through the woodgrain
Getting brain like a hustlah should
A hustlah would
Chasing paper to the [?]
She said, "I'll run it through my hands and lungs"
What that do?
In the middle of your index and thumb
Baby girl, you just got me sprung
What that do?

Oh yes, she's one of the best
That I've touched in the past tense
Now I'm hurting
Lurking, searching for the merchants
Coz I know that baby girl is working
To the end of the roach she's smoking
To the hands to the Ziplock's closing
It's like Teddy Pendergrass but she wants an autograph
But the sex is closing

Open back up
Last time
Coz' a little dark off [?] in my mind
She's just like one of a kind
No "C"s, no staying behind
This just like top of the line
Perfect, wanna drop in her dime
I'm on a roll again
I'm 'bout to blow again

Babygirl, I can't pretend
Your love got me high on ten
We mix like juice n' gin
Do or Die we at it again

Whether you ride in a six or the fin
Shot out to my niggaz in the pen
Tatted up with a few dead friends
Do or Die we at it again

Babygirl, I can't pretend
Your love got me high on ten
We mix like juice n' gin
Do or Die we at it again