Elevate lyrics

[Intro]

Let's roll it up

We are the House of Beige

And we came here to give you one thing (Go)

[Chorus]

Floating on that hydro-po

High up, high up, high up, inside

Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up

Floating on that hydro-po

Higher, higher, higher, get high

Smoke spliffs, smoke hit

We've got to elevate

[Verse 1]

We're so indulgent

We blow fifties in moments (And you know)

Got so much foliage (Woo)

Smoke that shit where my bro's got

Home-grown indigo and it's potent (Oh yeah)

Got that dope with one motive

Tally-Ho loaded up, we need roaches

(So you know we're gonna roll it)

Can you give me that funky stuff? Yeah

Lickity-lick, twist, thick it and lit

Get a hit, then give to the– uh, you're with (Uh-huh)

Sit in the crib, ripped, flicking on clips

While my kin rip billies so there isn't a mix (Who's that pig?)

Pig of the litter gettin' lit as a whip

'Til my whip gets dimmer and the misery hit

Easily fixed if you give me my Vicks

Chopsticks in a bits on Madvillainy disc

Give it a spin, "Most Blunted" is the pick 'cause we lit

And talk shit, cautious 'cause the piggies exist (Woop-woop)

Keep it Halal like the fish in the dish

And low-key on the shh, blame it with innocence

We tried flippin' this shit, but we didn't commit

Got high on supply, didn't listen a bit (Baby)

Itchin' for it, so we're takin' a bit

Throat tickles got me spittin' 'cause this shit is legit, you know

[Chorus]

Floating on that hydro-po

High up, high up, high up, inside

Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up

Floating on that hydro-po

Higher, higher, higher, get high

Smoke spliffs, smoke hit

We've got to elevate

[Verse 2]

Yeah, they're pushing around me

A lot of friends pushing around me

So supply level looking astounding (Uh)

Trees 'round me like it's The Jungle Book and I'm Mowgli

And you know I'm putting up boundaries

Only good shit that could be mistooken for Mauis

So loud that the rookies are shouting

"What the fuck you give to me?"

'Fore they catnap on the couch

Just to have more gas than the Saudis (Shhh)

Forecast cloudy, even when this guy got stars

I'm in the lounge room, setting up the fire alarms

And my accountant told me that he's finding it hard

My account full of cash sales buying the ganj'

I spark that last blunt, bounce like Jabbar

Kareem-in' me Abdul to lounge at the bar (So, so, so)

Shoot the shit like I'm Bowser enlarged

Then bow out to smoke another ounce, so I'm far too high

[Chorus]

Floating on that hydro-po

High up, high up, high up, inside

Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up

Floating on that hydro-po

Higher, higher, higher, get high

Smoke spliffs, smoke hit

We've got to elevate

[Outro]

Yeah, the mother of mercy (Baby)

Baby, you a lot like me (Baby)

This dope need to get a little unlawful (You're my baby)

Because you don't mind my thoughts (You're my baby)

The mother of mercy (You're my baby)

Baby, you are all I need (You're my baby)

Dope need to get a little unlawful (You're my baby)

Greasin', it's all my thoughts, oh, oh