We Stay High (new Orleans) Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Wear A Mean Dark Pair A Shades(Badaaaat!)And Ya Can't See My Eyes(Young Money) 

Unless My Head Is Ben You Dig? 

We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) 

We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) 

Blik, Blak, Back Out Thee Garage In A Hog 

And You Know I Redo Da Inside Like Da Morgue 

Da Coupe Blue, Like Da Due On Marge 

Ridin' With A Bitch Prettier Thanan A Dabarge 

Mami Wanna Soldier, Baby I'm a Sarge 

You Can't Have Me But We Can Have A Menage(That's 3) 

Now Rub Me Wrong And F**K Up My Massage (Ha) 

Then It's Flowers For Da Dead Bedda Give Em' A Corsage(Get Em') 

(Yea)Head Nigga In Large(That's Me) 

And Everything I Do I San Diego Charge 

While You Niggaz Just Starve 

I'm Eatin' So Much I'm a F**K Around And Barf 

And Red Is Tha Color Of My Scarf 

And Undastand To A Giant Your Dwarf 

My Flow Tho'ed Off 

So Sick All I Gotta Do Is Cough 

We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) 

We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) 

Bitch I Come From Da Bottom Of Da Map, 

New Orleans, Louisiana We Love To Pack Gats 

We Love To Count Stacks, We Love To Pump Backs 

I Love Killin' Da Tracks, Me, Wayne, Rony, And Jack 

Dats Just Some Highy Grove Shit, (Yea, Highy Grove Shit) 

And I'm a Bang It In Just Until, You Get It Clear 

You Heard Dat, Dats My Word And I Meant Dat 

Don't Temp Me, I'll Leave You Bent Up In Ya Bently 

Believe Me(Yea) 

Grown And Nigga, Back In Da Game 

Straight From Da Block Back In Da Game 

Now Run, Tell, Ya Heard Me Rappin' With Wayne 

Run, Tell, Ya Heard Me, Rappin' Insane 

Yea I'm Off In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) 

Drunk And Tho' Cards In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) 

I'm Leanin' In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) 

We Got Freaks In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) 

(You Know What?)We Deep In Dis Bicth(Bitch!) 

We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) 

We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) 

(Ch-Chyea, Mack, Rony, Waddup Nigga?)I Got A Thing For Dem Big Trucks 

Thick Fine Bitches, With Big Jugs, And Big Blunts 

5'4 Mamis With Nice Head And Fake Tits 

Dat Uh Don't Get Loose Ova Goose, And Prolly Act Up 

5'7 Bitches With Both Legs Dat Tick Dick 

All Dey Really Need Is Like 2 Pills And 6 Blunts 

Wake Up In Da Mornin' And Count Money And Cook Grits 

She Don't Really Know No English So We Don't Say Shit 

(Chyea)Wayne Said Let It Rain On Em' 

Motha Nature With Da Paper Doin' Her Mack Mayne On Em' 

(Yea) Like There Go 1 Thousand(Pause) 

Like There Go 2 Thousand(Ballin'!) 

(Yea)Now Shake Dat Ass Like You Can't 

Pay Yo Cable Bill So You Tryin' Watch Da Saints 

60 Inch Atachi, Livin' Like Liverachi 

Sportin Da Latiz Forsachi, Shoty In Mazeritee 

Dodgin' Da Poperizee, A.C. Cold Like Heart Of Da Nazis 

This Year Classic, Like Ol' School Heratchies 

You Get Cho Grill Cooked Like It Was A Batchi 

Word To Cousin Rodney(Bazooka)(Yea) 

We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) 

We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) 

On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) 

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