Devin The Dude - Higher Learning lyrics

[Hook 2x: Mitchellel] I need some weed man Somebody call the weed man I'm tryna get high.. I'm tryna get high [Young Jeezy] Yeah, somebody call the weed man Westside brewer, Lil Sam, 103 n***a Ha, 15 whattup, n***a? Yeah, let's go Yeah, yeah, yeah, wha**up I tryna get high, it's higher learning n***a Let's go, let's go, look.. Woke up in the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face (face) Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist (snow) And I ain't leaving sh** in my cup, that's such a waste (yeah) You know I'm sipping on that straight like that "oh, what a a taste!" (haha) Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt (stunt) Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front (arr-arr) This pa**ed out thing beside me, I barely know her (know her) But you can just imagine the sh** I'm 'bout to show her (yeah) Snow way, them streets too cold, them b**hes polar (polar) Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar (yeah) That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo and then NOLA (NOLA) Cause that's what happens when you learn to mix it with that soda (yeah) [Hook] x2 [Snoop Dogg] 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, sh**, 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, I need some [Hook] x2 [Devin the Dude] 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 Sheeit, but sh** for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene, man, what the f**?