Postin' High

[ verse 1 ]

Here we go, we're on the late night tip

Master ace with a tight grip

Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud

People, they gather to hear a rather proud

Brother, originator of the third power

Action the posse grows just like a flower

Check it out, here's the scene

The nightclub, you know what I mean

The dancefloor - nuff heads

Gucci girls, a few tuff dreds

Homeboys dipped in silky

Leatherseats in the benzes often milky

Cuban link, a lotta mo"cto drink

Cash spent as fast as you blink

And all you hear is (do-si-do-do)

None of these folks are livin low

They're livin on the (high)

(high)

You're postin high

[ verse 2 ]

Yo, look at slim (word) she's soft as satin

Livin on the upper westside of manhattan

She's paid, I mean bucks

She's got it made and her butler wears a tux

And look, look at the car that she's drivin

Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and

Swing it, rope it up and string it

Open up and sting it...

O-oh, what's up, you think I'm jokin?

Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?

Yeah aight, sleep and keep snoozin

Give me a week, in her benz you'll see me cruisin

I'll be like, yeah, what up, yo?

(yo) want a lift to the 3 train? (yeah, man...) - no

Call a cab to come and getcha

Cause I'm too damn fly to be seen witcha

I be chillin, livin like the most guy

Lookin fly, cause I know how to post high

(high)

I be postin high

[ verse 3 ]

Ah, master ace, and how are you?

Enjoy the party? word, yo, I am too

So what's your name? hm, that's kinda different

I must say hard to spell, I trust - hey!

Is that a diamond in your gold front?

Cute - so is that custom-made gucci suit

Cost a lot? damn, that's kinda steep

Oh yo, I think you got a beep

The payphone is right - oh, you got a carphone?

Go right ahead, I be at the bar alone

Hurry back, okay? hurry back

Cause as I look around, these other girls are very wack

( *humming to the music* )

Damn, hey yo, what's takin her so long?

I want us to dance, they just put on my song

(yo ace, there she is) hey yo, who's that she's with?

(that's merlin, he drives a sterling, he's kinda swift)

Oh, it's like that? well, go head, miss fly

I see how you're livin, you're livin on the high

Post

(high)

Yo, she's postin high

[ verse 4 ]

Alright, alright, maybe you are right

I need to stay down off the post, because the hype

Might make me light in the head, so instead

I stay down on the ground where they frown, cause they're fed

Because they wanna live a life with glamor

They hope and hope and hope, but like a hammer

Reality shatters every single hope

So what they do, is simply try to cope

But who can be happy livin in the state of poverty

Watchin the next man live greater?

All he ever does is wish for a chance

Wishin he could buy the suits and the silk pants

And all she ever does is pray

That one day she'll have a full-link mink, but hey

They want somethin for nothin

You gotta work, jerk, it's not that tough, and

Wise up, rise up, and then you can size up to the fly

And wear the clothes of those that post high

(high)

Postin high

Post high - but keep a level mind

Post high - but never live blind

Post high - but never make that

The most important whisker on your cat

Post high - but never put the next man down

Post high - but keep your feet on the ground

Post high -but don't forget your friends

While you're doin laps in your benz

Postin high