Lifted

Lifted

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Gettin' lifted, never coming down
Gettin' lifted, uh

Gettin' dumb on the drum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Better run, when I come, what a bomb, bomb
Sippin' on coke and rum, gettin' so drunk
Everyone wonderin': Where she come from?

Got gold on my necklace, gold on my wrists
Girls gettin' mad 'cause their boys want a kiss
Fast with the cash, I just throw it in the bag
Everything I wanna have (well, I think you get the gist)

Upside, downside, inside, outside
Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt
Poetry in motion, coast to coast and
Rub it in your skin like lotion, lotion

I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted

H-U-F-F, huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing
Zoom, I hit the mic, like: boom!
Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes

Style will hit you: wham! Then: goddamn!
You'll be like: Oh shit, that's the jam!
Turn it up, now hear me get buck wild
While I'm about to blow, light me up

Upside, downside, inside, outside
Hittin' you from every angle there's no doubt
Poetry in motion, coast to coast and
Rub in it your skin like lotion, lotion

I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Gettin' lifted, never coming down
Gettin' lifted, never coming down

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Gettin' lifted, never coming down
Gettin' lifted

I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted, yeah