High Off The Ground(feat. All-Star)

[Intro: DJ Paul]

Yeah... Hypnotize Minds... Project Pat... we

just want y'all to dance wit' us man y'all know what it is...

It's goin' down

[Bridge: DJ Paul]

Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it

Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it

From the back wit' it, wit' it, from the back wit' it, wit' it

From the back wit' it, wit' it, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat!

[Chorus: DJ paul]

Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground)

I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground)

I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)

Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)

Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground)

I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground)

I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)

Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)

[Verse 1:]

I'm Tenn-o-see, Henn-o-ssey, ridin' in my Im-pala

When I flex, in ya face, I'mma make, dogs holler

7-6, Cut-a-lass, clean like the clap dock

Eyes gon' swell, to the max, when you see these screens drop

Non-stop, mouths drop, rims big, like the rangs

Put 'em on, any girl, say, we can do some thangs

Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin', sideways

Haters look, had a frown, pullin' out the driveways

I stay, hangin' at these dust-bunnies, countin' money

Old school, twenty-fo's, wit' the Lamborghini doors

Sucker knows, how we floss, don't you come, wit' no static

If you got a problem wit' it, talk, to that automatic

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Fresh up out the paint shop, wetter than a rain drop

I got 'em lookin' hard, lookin' lookin', real hard

A nigga still mob, niggaz out here still rob

That's why I keep my killers close, wit' that thang cocked

I keep the brais blowed out, in a hard top

It's so much wood in my ride, they call me tree top

Now I ain't ridin' Phantom but I tell ya what I'm in

A '85 Box Chevy on some Phantom rims

Them fifteen's got my trunk like a earthquake

I'm ridin' through the hood mayne it make the earth shake

You average rim riders, y'all can gon', hit the benches

I'm 'bout to cut my fenders down and add some mo' inches

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

See the streets packin' heat, wit' these young killers and 'caine heads

Blow snorters that drain lead, wet smokers who brain dead

Gun toters who pop cone, ride Caddy and slang stone

Get paper and ride chrome, pull capers invade homes

Tryna hustle for rich-es, ride twenty six-es

Hard for us to quit, 'cause dope sellin' addictive

Sold my Chevy dog, and I flipped, to a Cutty

Pearly pearl on that girl wit' the guts, peanut butter

Dogs howlin' like a wolf, when I ride, in the wind

Out here stuntin', actin' bad 'cause I'm fresh, out the pen

Niggaz blowin' on that kush weed, that's that good weed

Frosty hairs on that green green and wit' no seeds

[Chorus]

[Bridge x2: DJ Paul]

[music to fade]