[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