Hellafaded
[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