Better do it 'til we get right, uhh This is for my niggas getting high on the regular This is for my bitches getting high on the regular Purple drink, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit Them

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer I ain't seen my baby since night before last Gettin' high Knocked out And by the time Hey mister bartender, come here I want another drink and I want it now My baby, she gone, she been gone two night And then I sit

All: Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka Baby baby baby light my fire. All Repeated: Higher! All Repeated: Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka, Higher! Freddie: Feeling's gettin' stronger Larry: Music's gettin' longer too Rose: Music is

It's the same old you The same old you Cause until I get to leaving It's just the same old me too When you get to drinking When you're on the town In church on Sunday Getting high when the sun goes down And I think I'm done with you

If it's you, can't be any old thing Gettin' higher, higher, higher We're climbing, once again And we're climbing, once again But you're special, on every level But you're special, another level You said get used to change Nothing would be the same It's

It keep mi calma, it mek mi smarta Marijuana pon di corna Getting to ma head Burning on the highway, it's the highest grade Burning on di highway, it's di highest grade It's getting to ma head I give it to some of ma bredren an mi sistren to use it It's

Somebody roll another I'm getting high on some ignorant shit Always stuck in a mindset of delinquents Take it or leave it or fuck it I don't give a damn if you like or not

Pound the alarm! Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Music, makes me, high Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own

I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's