High
Lil Wayne And Birdman Lyrics
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Yeah
The flow's on me and I promise baby
I'm in my zone
Wizzle, come on
One ninety proof
Sublime in my shiny coop
Shot down anybody who
Come round with a loli gat
Leave out with the body bag
Legs stiff, toes green
Give him a title tag
Flossy niggas but realize
Hes a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga
So presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta ad high got four states to call the pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now you sit
Hardcore baby, yeah
Hot cars
Stop call
Rockstar
What you know about it
It's not for babies, unless you Weezy F Baby
And please say the baby when you say it motherfucker
Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Again,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so, high
See, we ride for flames nigga
A "G" to my name nigga
I dose thing nigga
I'm gettin' the change nigga
So who's to blame nigga
About the game nigga
They say I did it
So fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga
I gave the game nigga
I'm doin' my thang
Still fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga
I know the pain nigga
I know the fame
Still fuck them niggas
Shh, nigga
Yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us
Ride the nigga, while we countin' down our hood riches
Thinking about all the hood niggas
Never got the chance to hit licks before them six figures
Nigga
And if you've done it how we done it
Nigga watch for the law
Cause we knew when they were comin'.
Nigga hands up!
And every summer, I had hummers nigga
Spent a million dollars like it was nothin' nigga
Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Again,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so, high
Check it
And no bitch can
And no nigga wont
Fuck with me
Play with me, no
Cause I
Got me, fo' sho',
And I, got these,
To blow, fo' sho',
Come up
Now if you feel me, put your guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the playa haters know that its there
Bang, that, motherfucker
Pop, that, motherfucker
Yeah! fall back young man who
Weezy baby, a hundred gran' you understand
Your wife would be fittin' me perfect, exactly
Change fallin' off my ass
Pocket cash showin',
Rock 'n' roll
We can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold sack of shots yea,
Patron, have a glass yeah
Wow, now she hot
Not its on, now shes bad
I let her clothes drop
While she gone to my bed
And I'm gone to my bed, right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked tonight to find 'em
I might go and find 'em
If I hit from right behind her
I get her how I got her
Now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin
But like, Madonna
I don't, believe her at all
I'm just tryna ride ya
Until, the seats fall off
But we good
This is cash money, young money
Get it understood
Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Again,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so, high
The song “High” is a collaboration between rappers Lil Wayne and Birdman. The lyrics describe a night out cruising with the intention to have a good time and indulge in alcohol and drugs. The opening lines of the song suggest that the rappers are coming back together after a period of separation.
The chorus is repetitive and revolves around the phrase “I’m so high.” The rappers talk about being in their car, with cops in the rearview, but not being worried about getting caught because they are “high” and in their own world. They go on to describe their lifestyle, which revolves around excess: expensive cars, women, and alcohol. Lil Wayne’s verse shows off his quick and witty rhyming style, while Birdman's verse has a more relaxed flow.
The song’s catchy hook and simple yet energetic beat have made it a popular choice in nightclubs and parties. Although the lyrics glorify illegal activities, it remains a popular song in the hip hop community.
Line by Line Meaning
We back
We are here again
Yeah
Yes
The flow's on me and I promise baby
I am confident in my flow and I guarantee it, baby
I'm in my zone
I am in a state of focus and creativity
Wizzle, come on
Wizzle, join me
One ninety proof
Very strong alcohol
Sublime in my shiny coop
Looking great in my flashy car
Uptown is inside the pool
The uptown area is partying in the pool
Shot down anybody who
Defeated anyone who
Come round with a loli gat
Came around with a small gun
Leave out with the body bag
Leave with a dead body
Legs stiff, toes green
Stiff legs, green toes from death
Give him a title tag
Label him
Flossy niggas but realize
Wealthy people, but realize
Hes a killer behind the flash
There is a killer behind the flashy image
Bossy nigga
Dominating person
So presidential, thanks to my dad
I am influential and powerful because of my father
Gotta ad high got four states to call the pad
I have to add a high because I have four states to contact
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
I am very angry, but I am rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
Buy a bag and make someone high, I am high
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
I am tough, I will hit you and your girlfriend
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now you sit
Hit you while you are hiding, now you are the one being chased, now you are trapped
Hardcore baby, yeah
Intense, aggressive
Hot cars
Expensive, fast cars
Stop call
Stop calling me
Rockstar
Famous musician
What you know about it
What do you understand about it
It's not for babies, unless you Weezy F Baby
It is not for weak people, except for me, Weezy F Baby
And please say the baby when you say it motherfucker
And when you say it, please include the baby, motherfucker
Ridin' in my wheel
Driving in my car
Late night
During the late hours
Left arm on the steering wheel
Left arm resting on the steering wheel
Red light
A traffic light that is red
Cops in my rear view
Police officers in my rearview mirror
But fuck them cause I'm high
Disregard them, I am high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Yes, baby, I am very high
Again
Once more
But fuck them cause I'm high
Disregard them, I am high
Baby, I'm so, high
Baby, I am very high
See, we ride for flames nigga
We show loyalty for our crew, even when things get tough
A "G" to my name nigga
I am a gangster
I dose thing nigga
I take things seriously
I'm gettin' the change nigga
I am making money
So who's to blame nigga
Who is responsible
About the game nigga
Regarding the world of crime
They say I did it
They say I committed the crime
So fuck them niggas
Screw them
I gave the plan nigga
I provided the plan
I gave the game nigga
I provided the strategy
I'm doin' my thang
I am doing my own thing
Still fuck them niggas
I still don't care about them
I know the lane nigga
I know my place in this world
I know the pain nigga
I am familiar with the struggle
I know the fame
I am aware of the fame
Still fuck them niggas
I still don't care about them
Shh, nigga
Quiet, man
Yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us
Yes, we are relaxing with women surrounding us
Ride the nigga, while we countin' down our hood riches
Enjoying the moment while we calculate our wealth from the neighborhood
Thinking about all the hood niggas
Reflecting on all the people from the neighborhood
Never got the chance to hit licks before them six figures
Never had the opportunity to make money illegally before reaching a million dollars
Nigga
Man
And if you've done it how we done it
And if you have experienced what we have
Nigga watch for the law
Be careful for the police
Cause we knew when they were comin'.
Because we were aware of their arrival
Nigga hands up!
Raise your hands, man!
And every summer, I had hummers nigga
And every summer, I had luxury vehicles, man
Spent a million dollars like it was nothin' nigga
Used a million dollars without thinking twice, man
Check it
Listen
And no bitch can
And no woman can
And no nigga wont
And no man will
Fuck with me
Bother me
Play with me, no
Mess with me, no
Cause I
Because I
Got me, fo' sho'
Got myself, for sure
And I, got these,
And I, have these
To blow, fo' sho'
To spend, for sure
Come up
Come closer
Now if you feel me, put your guns in the air
If you understand me, raise your guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the playa haters know that its there
Take them out and show the haters that we are armed
Bang, that, motherfucker
Shoot, that, motherfucker
Pop, that, motherfucker
Shot, that, motherfucker
Yeah! fall back young man who
Yeah! step aside, young man who
Weezy baby, a hundred gran' you understand
Weezy baby, a hundred thousand dollars, you know
Your wife would be fittin' me perfect, exactly
Your wife would be perfect for me, exactly
Change fallin' off my ass
Money is overflowing
Pocket cash showin'
Showing off money in my pocket
Rock 'n' roll
Our style of living
We can rock to my pad, yeah
We can have a good time at my place
Cold sack of shots yea,
Loads of alcohol, yeah
Patron, have a glass yeah
Drink Patron tequila, yeah
Wow, now she hot
Now she is attractive
Not its on, now shes bad
Now it is on, she is wild
I let her clothes drop
I undressed her
While she gone to my bed
While she went to my bed
And I'm gone to my bed, right behind her
And I am going to my bed, right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I have some doubts about her
I picked tonight to find 'em
I chose tonight to discover them
I might go and find 'em
I might explore them
If I hit from right behind her
If I approach from behind her
I get her how I got her
I seduced her
Now she diggin' my persona
Now she appreciates my personality
She, like a virgin
She is inexperienced
But like, Madonna
But she is confident and bold, like Madonna
I don't, believe her at all
I don't trust her at all
I'm just tryna ride ya
I just want to have sex with you
Until, the seats fall off
Until we exhaust ourselves
But we good
But we are fine
This is cash money, young money
This is the record label Cash Money, Young Money
Get it understood
Make sure you understand
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BORIS WILLIAMS, PERRY BAMONTE, PORL THOMPSON, ROBERT JAMES SMITH, SIMON GALLUP
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