Представляем точный текст композиции "Get Em High" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kanye West . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get Em High» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kanye West передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Kanye West - "Get Em High"
Lyrics to Get Em High : (feat. Talib Kweli, Common) [Kanye West] Im tryin to catch the beat, uh Im tryin to catch the beat Im tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh Im tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I aint never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like Wallace, I got the bounce like hydrolics I cant call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege My teacher said Ise a loser, I told her why dont you kill me I give a fuck if you fail me, Im gonna folllllllllll-ow My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks You aint gotta guess whos back, you see Im so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastards flow will bash a skull And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro And I dont, usually smoke but pass the dro And I wont, give you that money that you askin fo Why you think, me and Dame cool, we ask hoes Thats why we here your music in fast fo Cuz we dont wanna here that weak shit no mo [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I aint never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 2: Kanye West] N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee At NYU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on campus Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, its gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib) I mean (Thats my favorite CD that I play at my crib) I mean (You dont really know him, why is you lyin) Yo Kwe, she dont believe me, please pickup the line She gon think that Im lyin, just spit a couple of lines Then maybe Ill be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I cant believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dolls but GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south Well ok, you twisted my arm, Ill asist with the charm, aiyyo I though you meet that chickit that got friends with yo moms And shes the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior Always got somethin to say like a bookee playa hater Anyway, I dont usualy fuck a interneter Draws stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes And she think its fly, she aint met a real nigga yet I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke A high filled with dope Yall assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes The real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a Used soup it still got life, thats why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs, its like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you Youse a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead Im here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these Thats why the raw dont know your name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her Album, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head Im bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I aint a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I aint never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [ Get Em High Lyrics ]
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