paroles de chanson Get High - Devin the Dude
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
You
can't
catch
him,
don't
even
try
to
The
route
that
he
take
is
hard
to
follow
He
lives
for
today
and
not
tomorrow
Every
move
that
he
make
is
about
the
dollar
And
he's
much
too
fast
to
catch
up
with
A
fine
piece
of
ass
he'll
snatch
up
quick
See
the
women
are
amazed
at
the
size
of
his
engine
Jealous
ass
niggas
wanna
catch
him
and
lynch
him
He
don't
kill,
cruise
and
stop
They
wonder
if
he's
on
pills,
shrooms
or
what
But
the
boy
got
the
rhythm,
style
and
class
And
oh
when
he
throw
that
gold
smile
on
they
ass
You
might
as
well
say
that
he
got
'em
Making
love
uptown
then
he
dip
to
the
bottom
To
fuck
over
somebody,
this
man
will
He
don't
pause,
he
don't
stand
still
He
just
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
You
best
to
get
out
the
way
when
he
come
You
best
to
hide
all
your
hoes,
he'll
freak
'em
He
cut
'em,
scratch
'em
right
off
his
list
Put
on
his
drawers,
leave
without
a
kiss
Switch
from
lane
to
lane
Refuse
to
break,
he
straight
changed
the
game
No
need
to
watch
him,
you
can't
stop
him
Get
close
range
if
you
wanna
pop
him
But
he'll
bail
out
quick
with
the
wind
in
his
hair
Oh
shit,
is
that
him
right
there?
I
hit
the
highway,
six-ten
a
blaze
A
big
bad
motherfucker,
twenty-four
inch
blades
Pop
a
pill,
smoke,
chill,
big
foot
for
the
script
Classic
351
lift
kit
in
the
grill
Speed
it
up
and
slow
it
down
and
I'm
always
down
to
bone
I
cruise
in
a
swish
and
you'll
never
find
me
towed
out
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
From
zero
to
fifty
in
two
point
five
Sex
has
erects
almost
but
he
drives
The
girls
crazy
with
his
hazy
eyes
And
his
fried
wing
dinner,
extra
gravy
and
fries
Don't
even
have
time
for
a
full
course
meal
And
if
it
ain't
important,
he
ain't
'bout
it
for
real
He's
still
hard
but
he's
not
a
thief
The
way
that
he
is
give
him
a
lot
of
beef
The
man
is
fast,
motherfucker
swift
Told
him
he
ain't
the
nigga
to
be
fucking
with
But
shit,
they
ain't
gon'
listen
Until
they
wake
up
and
he
gone
and
they
panties
is
missing
He'll
call
back
and
wish
'em
well
Never
kiss
and
tell,
he
give
'em
dick
and
bail
And
keep
coming
and
going,
going,
coming
They
hot
on
his
tracks,
on
his
back
but
he
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run
Look
at
'em
run,
run,
run

1 Come On
2 Run
3 Lil Mary Juana
4 My Occupation
5 Bad Company
6 Skit
7 Where Can We Go
8 Comin' Back
9 Don't Stop
10 Gettin' Crazy
11 Everyday
12 Get High
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