I'm in the birdhouse, I beast my wings against the window
I've got no time for competition or the pistilating limbo
I don't got no sympath, no witness to the bible
I just paid my green fees for the pleasures of survival
This is the west side and the war game's played for real
down here
I ain't no actor I'm a poor man dressed for real
oh yeah
Come on sweetness, ride low, get it one
I'm going to take you higher, higher
I'm in the crackhouse, got my rock upon the table
got no mind for conversation with the big man from the label
I don't caught no 9 to 5, no witness to the bible
I just hit the headlines and blew away my closest rival
This is the Watts, child, and war games played for real
down here
I ain't no actor, I'm a poor man dressed for real
Come on sweetness, ride low, get it one
I'm going to take you higher, higher
all along that gold coast peep show
I see people, they get it on
I'm going to take you higher, higher
This is the jungle, and war games played for real
down here
I ain't no actor, I'm a poor man dressed for real
Come on sweetness, ride low, get it one
I'm going to take you higher, higher
all along that gold coast peep show
I see people, they get it on
I'm going to take you higher, higher
oh yeah
Come on sweetness, ride low, get it one
I'm going to take you higher, higher
all along that gold coast peep show
I see people, they get it on
I'm going to take you higher, higher
hell, ride low
I'm going to take you higher, higher
I'm a red sun setting down low over sugar bay, baby
I'm going to take you higher, higher
Been took for granted
I command, my needs demanded
hand-in-hand took for granted
come way over, higher, higher