Hellafaded

Lyrics

[Chorus: Asher Roth] We getting hellafaded We getting hellafaded We getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we're getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we're getting hellafaded [Like] Yeah, yeah What up, CA? What up, PA? Your girl playing us, she got us on replay What up, CA? What up, PA? Your girl playing us, she got us on replay What up, CA? What up, PA? What up, CA? What up, PA? What up, CA? What up, CA? What up-What up- What up- (You better Wreckineyz) [Verse 1: Like] What up, CA? What up, PA? Your girl playing us, she got us on replay Your girl playing you, she all up on a speed date You're whole style like you got it on eBay This rap shit, we finna run it like a relay Your chick come around, I'mma cut her like a DJ Cool out man, whatchu 'bout, man? We from the west where they pull out things that go "Bang" [Chorus: Asher Roth] We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded [Verse 2: Mibbs] Gimme that watch, gimme that ring, and whatever else blings It's that 2-11 music bitch you know what I mean And if you ever come to my city you know who my team is Willy, Magic, Kareem, Byron Scott on the wing, man I'm clean, I'm shinin', I sparkle like a diamond Been running this for years, nigga, I should win the Heisman She love it, she like, she said I am the flyest So she put it in fifth gear any time I let her ride it [Chorus: Asher Roth] We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded [Verse 3: BeYoung] I said it's getting, It's getting, It's getting kinda nasty One blunt rolled, other one where my stash be In the game, something like Milton Bradley Old school nigga, man I still roll up black street We go back like Hot Wheel tracks In the box heels back, bring that Pac feel back, yeah Fuck around, get your top peeled back Niggas drop real rap, we don't want none of that [Chorus: Asher Roth] We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded We getting, we getting, we getting hellafaded [Verse 4: Asher Roth] First off, Ash Roth says fuck the game I've been a bum for a month and I still ain't changed I got clothes with some holes and they still all stained But I will show up to your show and then steal the stage Yeah, the crowd getting buck like they couldn't get enough Everybody in the front do the guido fist pump I be humpin' on a bum, she got junk up in the trunk Like I met her in Miami hanging on the Bang Bus I be playing in them panties like my man Brain does And they kick it to the corner right when the brain done They be calling up my celly, I just fucking hang up I be wifin' up a muffin who just went and gave it up I'm straight, I'm young, I'll wait, not done Put your titties in my face, play the nipple with my tongue It's my favorite instrument, I like to practice when I'm drunk Pour another shot of Remmy and roll up another blunt