Let's All Get High (Remix)
Da Brat featuring Krayzie Bone, Jermaine Dupri
-Jermaine Dupri-(Krayzie Bone)-{Guy}-Intro-
We don't stop, ya. Brat tat tat tat on that ass (So come around everybody, party down get down.) So So Def. Come on {Come on...up up to the sky. Come on come on lets all get high}

-Da Brat-
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the Funk Bandit's back/ With more bounce to the ounce it's the Brat tat tat tat/ The funk-keeper/ Competition's sweet but known for makin' speakers bleed/ Smokin hella weed, givin' You what 'cha need/ Indeed I'm nice/ Jewelery full of ice/ The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice (Sprinkle my)/ Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted/ Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around in the west-side district/ Get it twisted/ If you wanna choose your destiny/ Leave all that simple shit at home/ And bring your fuckin' bet for me/ Cause right here playtime stops/ Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops/ See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge/ And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far/ Repitoire full of wicked shit/ Lay back kick a shit/ All the right shit to give a nigga a hit

-Guy-{Krayzie Bone}Chorus-
Ooh, come on come on come on, up up up to the sky/ Come on come on come on {So come around everybody party down, get down/ Come on come on come on, up up up to the sky/ Come on come on, lets all get high (Take me up to the sky. Come on, lets all get high)

-Krayzie Bone-
Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together/ Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke/ Take it slow, we smoking joe/ Cause you rolling wit Mo!/ We having a celebration/ We doing this all night if you wanna get away/ You can play in my hard times/ And never forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way/ But have you thugged it with the thug lately? We Krayzie/ And nigga we dropped and got the bud blazin/ So if you get high, Better get with the five/ I bet you wanna get weeded/ Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland/ Stay P.O.D'd and tweeded them leaves, we blazing we fiending/ Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs/ My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright/ So come around everybody party down get down/ And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get tha hydro/ Yo nigga thugsta come and give me some love/ With some of that bang and slang yo' dog, a couple of thangs from the cut

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly/ Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high/ The shit we keep we got you hypnotized/ Any weed, dealin' with me/ My nigga with me, get your smoke on man/ Cause if we go broke I won't feel bad

-Da Brat-
(Yeah) But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action/ Certified platinum slashin' bastards/ Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me/ I broke them all with fatalic, visual shit that you could see/ These synthetic speachless, smoke reefas with my peeps/ Get deeper than the abyss/ Watch me and yo' nigga creep/ Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro/ Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch em all die slow/ We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with/ Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit split/ You better light a splif and mind yo' motherfuckin' business/ Or get that ass put in the witness protection program/ Till I'm finished, diminished/ Your entourage is my level/ Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil/ Pushin' custom drop-tops/ Keep Segante' in the glove box/ Puffin' with crooked cops/ And can't nothin hold me back cause nigga, my shit, don't stop

-Chorus-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Anutha Tantrum (This version only available on 12'')