Let’s All Get High Da Brat (Ft. Krayzie Bone)
"Let's All Get High" by Da Brat featuring Krayzie Bone, released in 2001, is a hip-hop track that celebrates the joys of smoking and relaxation. The song emphasizes camaraderie and escapism, combining catchy hooks with smooth, laid-back beats. Its cultural impact lies in promoting a carefree lifestyle within hip-hop culture. #HipHop
[Intro: Cheech Marin, Tommy Chong, Da Brat]
No stems, no seeds that you don't need
Acapulco Gold is badass weed
Uh
[Verse 1: 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 sweeper known for makin' speakers bleed
Smokin' hella weed, givin' you what you need
Indeed I'm nice, jewelry full of ice
The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice
Tonight's the night and we gon' all get lifted, recognize the gifted
And how there's no fuckin' around in the westside district
Get it twisted if you wanna choose your destiny
Leave all that simple shit at home and bring your fuckin' best to 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
A repertoire full of wicked shit, lay back kickin' shit
All the right shit to give a nigga a hit
[Chorus: Da Brat]
If you lets nothing hold you back and your limit is the sky
Put your hands in the air, let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound
If you lets nothing hold you back and your limit is the sky
Put your hands in the air, let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back with Da Brat and just get on down
No stems, no seeds that you don't need
Acapulco Gold is badass weed
Uh
[Verse 1: 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 sweeper known for makin' speakers bleed
Smokin' hella weed, givin' you what you need
Indeed I'm nice, jewelry full of ice
The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice
Tonight's the night and we gon' all get lifted, recognize the gifted
And how there's no fuckin' around in the westside district
Get it twisted if you wanna choose your destiny
Leave all that simple shit at home and bring your fuckin' best to 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
A repertoire full of wicked shit, lay back kickin' shit
All the right shit to give a nigga a hit
[Chorus: Da Brat]
If you lets nothing hold you back and your limit is the sky
Put your hands in the air, let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound
If you lets nothing hold you back and your limit is the sky
Put your hands in the air, let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back with Da Brat and just get on down
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