*(Yukmouth)*
CHALL-ONGE!
Uh,
I challenge you B-Legit, an E-40,
to Numskull an Yukmouth,
lets see who get the highest.
Chorus *(Yuk, Num, 40, Legit)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you high like me B-Legit?
(it`s all you Yuk.)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us backstage nigga,
pass that weed,
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
Anytime Numskull (then lets get keyed)
(we the drunkest niggaz in the industry)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water, you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
Well lets get keyed.
Verse 1 *(E-40)*
I wish I had some half,
mutha fuckin plastic, I`m on the floor, an I can`t stop throwin up,
devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin,
like a fat ass rat,
on a big ass peaunt blue trap,
I`m stuck,
stiff,
can`t move,
paralized,
mud slides,
excuses,
that are made up,
can`t focus,
I hang out wit,
commrads an cromies,
dudes an boys an,
mutha fuckaz juss betta hope that he don`t get liquor poison,
(liquor poison)
mutha fuckaz best believe that they makin some kind of sense.
Verse 2 *(Numskull)*
I been wit this Gin an Juice,
cranberry an Vodka,
I juss came back from my pillow case slobbin out binaca,
I been tucked away,
cuddled wit an Ivy toilet,
but I`m back now,
commits to get it on,
not spoil it,
I`m Drink-A-Lot,
take a jug of sumpthin big an do my thizzle,
swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
it`s missle from the funk-nik,
I can`t see it,
40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit.
Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)*
Cuz we the highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
well lets get keyed,
the highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(Anytime Numskull)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you can`t out-smoke me!
The highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us back stage,
nigga pass that weed.
B-Legit!!
Verse 3 *(B-Legit)
I can pin a marajuana nigga,
love it like my mama nigga,
an if yo sacks ain`t actin up,
back it up,
ain`t no dub`s like the ones I got,
an I`m forced to give `em back cuz my smoke don`t stop,
got me grooved to the curb,
tryin to get this mill,
deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
an my folks,
be feelin I`m a big `ol pimp,
