Chorus:
If you smoke weed now
In this bitch here, you all wanna clown
Got a drink that you can't put down
Wanna fight, when the shit go down
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Verse 1:
Nigga who?
Look at all the shit we do
Committee bless nigga with tracks
I'm finessing the raps
You got a hundred dolla
Better, best invest in Chaps
Some labels spend a fuckin' mill
CD still on the rack
I got a clique of niggas strapped, ready for war
We prefer to ball then get bomb head from whores
You know it's on nigga, when my clique pour liquor
Nigga shinin' too, but her ice look bigga
Out Detroit
Bow ya head an bangin' my nuts
Perfect cut, supplyin' shise shit
I'm just too much
Niggas hands'll feel the rush when they turn me up
Bitches pussy will bust a nut when my clique come up
Iconz
Playa we supposed 2 shine
Nigga fuck X and Coke
We gon' blow your mind
We got some shit for that ass if you step outta line
An' when Committee take control, ya'll gon' fall behind
Chorus
Verse 2:
Yo get fucked up, stay fucked up
Roll to the club in a Navigator truck
Fly out the bar like I don't give a what
Who you know out there stay Fendi-ed up?
Plus this classy chick stay sick of shit
You need more then Benz coupe to taste this chick
Ya'll ballas in the club gon' try to hit
But ya'll ain't even hearin' shit
You know my girls is gon' clown
Get to' down
Ya'll better know we ain't fuckin' around
Iconz super star like what
Everybody better get fucked up
Chorus
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Verse 3:
How the fuck you wanna be like us?
You ain't fly
Like TLC, shoot out yo Left Eye
We from the streets, got boys you can't buy
You heffah wanna ?, my niggas die high
Sip on this fifth, see clear like ?
Ya'll pussy ass niggas can't ride with us
Bust guns with us
Get money with us
Still going around saying you bad as us
Playa we been on tracks
We been had stacks
Ya'll half faggots getting hit from the back
How we bring the heat
But ya'll claim ya'll hot
While we live on top
An' your crew does not
Meanwhile yo bitch sweatin' what we got
You heard she gave us head outside in the drop
Then went home and tongue kiss you
Your only reply was, "Baby I miss you"
See that's the difference between ya'lls and ours
Ya'll ? stretch ours from here tomorrow
From here tomorrow
Chorus
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Ad Libs
Get fucked up, get fucked up
That's right
Get fucked up, get fucked up
The committee nigga
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Iconz nigga
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Street money nigga
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Where ya at huh?
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Where ya at huh?
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Where my dawgs huh?
Get fucked up, get fucked up
Where my bitches huh?