"Postin' High" as written by and Marlon Lu Ree Williams Duval Clear Master Ace....
Here we go, we're on the late night tip
Master Ace with a tight grip
Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud
People, they gather to hear a rather proud
Brother, originator of the Third Power
Action the posse grows just like a flower
Check it out, here's the scene
The nightclub, you know what I mean
The dancefloor 'nuff heads
Gucci girls, a few tuff dreds
Homeboys dipped in silky
Leather seats in the Benzes often milky
Cuban link, a lotta Moet to drink
Cash spent as fast as you blink
And all you hear is (dosidodo)
None of these folks are livin' low
They're livin' on the (high)

(High)
You're postin' high

Yo, look at slim (word) she's soft as satin
Livin' on the Upper Westside of Manhattan
She's paid, I mean bucks
She's got it made and her butler wears a tux
And look, look at the car that she's drivin'
Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and
Swing it, rope it up and string it
Open up and sting it
Ooh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'?
Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
Yeah aight, sleep and keep snoozin'
Give me a week, in her Benz you'll see me cruisin'
I'll be like, "Yeah, what up, yo?"
(Yo) "Want a lift to the 3 train?" (Yeah, man) no
Call a cab to come and getcha
Cause I'm too damn fly to be seen witcha
I be chillin', livin' like the most guy
Lookin' fly, 'cause I know how to post high

(High)

Ah, Master Ace, and how are you?
Enjoy the party? Word, yo, I am too
So what's your name? Hm, that's kinda different
I must say hard to spell, I trust Hey!
Is that a diamond in your gold front?
Cute so is that custommade Gucci suit
Cost a lot? Damn, that's kinda steep
Oh yo, I think you got a beep
The payphone is right oh, you got a carphone?
Go right ahead, I be at the bar alone
Hurry back, okay? hurry back
'Cause as I look around, these other girls are very wack
Damn, hey yo, what's takin her so long?
I want us to dance, they just put on my song
(Yo Ace, there she is) Hey yo, who's that she's with?
(That's Merlin, he drives a Sterling, he's kinda swift)
Oh, it's like that? Well, go head, Miss Fly
I see how you're livin', you're livin' on the high
Post

(High)
Yo, she's postin' high

Alright, alright, maybe you are right
I need to stay down off the post, because the hype
Might make me light in the head, so instead
I stay down on the ground where they frown, cause they're fed
Because they wanna live a life with glamor
They hope and hope and hope, but like a hammer
Reality shatters every single hope
So what they do, is simply try to cope
But who can be happy livin' in the state of poverty
Watchin' the next man live greater?
All he ever does is wish for a chance
Wishin' he could buy the suits and the silk pants
And all she ever does is pray
That one day she'll have a fulllink mink, but hey
They want somethin' for nothin'
You gotta work, jerk, it's not that tough, and
Wise up, rise up, and then you can size up to the fly
And wear the clothes of those that post high

(High)
Postin' high

Post high but keep a level mind
Post high but never live blind
Post high but never make that
The most important whisker on your cat
Post high but never put the next man down
Post high but keep your feet on the ground
Post high but don't forget your friends
While you're doin' laps in your Benz
Postin' high

DJ Steady Pace is postin' high
Mr. Cee is postin' high
Craig G is postin' high
King Asiatic is postin' high
Biz Mark and Cool V are postin' high
Roxanne Shante is postin' high


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"Postin' High" as written by Marlon Lu Ree Williams Duval Clear Master Ace

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