Lyrical Breakdown of Let's Get High - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let's Get High - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let's Get High - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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All these niggaz and all these hoes in here

Somebody here gon' fuck

All these niggaz and all these hoes in here

Somebody here gon' fuck

All these niggaz and all these hoes in here

Somebody here gon' fuck

All these niggaz and all these hoes in here

Somebody here gon' fuck

Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin' at hoes

Smokin' this, drinkin' that, gettin' at hoes

Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' 'em both

Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes

When I'm lovin' these hoes there ain't no love involved

No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches

Rare bitches like to pose in them black tail pictures

Bitch jumped off my dick (Is that Dre over there?)

Yeah, I just took some ecstasy

Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be

All these fine bitches equal sex to me

Plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me

No doubt, sit back on the couch

Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out

Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth

Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out

Come on let's get high

(High)

Let's get high

(High)

Come on let's get high

(High)

Let's get high, all my ladies

Let's get high

(High)

High

(High)

Let's get high

(High)

Come on let's get high

I make the four hop, pull up at the spot

Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel

Stompin' in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti

I'm fuckin' somethin' in this bitch, hit 'em with some gangsta shit

Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty

I'm lookin' real sauce in my gangsta-ass Stacys

Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'

Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin'

Bouncin'

Yo whattup Scruncho?

Mel-Man what's crackin'?

Wassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?

Nigga what? I'm a hustlin' bitch

I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz

Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next

While I'm kickin' my game and collectin' them checks

Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe

You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though

And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin' no drawers

To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin' in yours

Yeah, little dicks always runnin' they mouth

While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out

All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin' about

Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt

Tryin' to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay cavi

Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me

Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit

And have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit

Yeah, bitch ass niggaz