Higher Learning Lyrics - Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition - Young Jeezy

I need some weed, man 

Somebody call the weed man 

I'm tryna get high 

Woke up at the Ritz-Carlton's, damn sun in my face 

Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist 

And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste 

You know I'm sipping on that straight like that "oh, what a a taste!" 

Tip the valet 100, I love to stunt 

Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front 

This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her 

But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her 

Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar 

Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar 

That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo 

And then NOLA, cause that's what happens 

When you learn to mix it with that soda 

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I need some weed now 

Somebody call the weed man 

I'm tryna get high 

I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up 

Motivating factors that I'm liver than most 

I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing 

Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame 

Maintain my fame, get you new pictures 

Just to put in your frame 

We in the hood blowing kush with The Game 

Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief 

With no beef, real brief, with a wreath 

You may think it's a leaf! 

With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth 

When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat! 

It's ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip 

With a fit on Crip, don't trip 

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I need some weed now 

Somebody call the weed man 

I'm tryna get high 

The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop 

But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't stop 

So please man, somebody call the weed man 

I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even 

I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had 

Much mota, many different kinds in the bag 

I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love 

I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs 

If it's weed, then I'm with it 

You got a paper? Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it? 

Got a blunt? 

Let me split it down the gut 

But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene 

Man, what the f-ck? 

I need some weed now 

Somebody call the weed man 

I'm tryna get high