Part II

Lyrics

I, I get so high
 Yo ladies and gentlemen. We got Toni Braxton up in the house
 (So high that I can kiss the sky bitch)
 We live up in here y'all, let's get high
 Motherfucker get high
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 Tical shittin again, spittin to win
 Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him
 Yes indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease
 These dirty rats want extra cheese
 On that piece of the pie, now ask me how high?
 Until ya reach for the sky blame the Crooked Letter I
 That's my home, 23's wrapped in chrome
 Not only snap on y'all niggas but I'll snap dem bones
 Slap your dome, make you leave that crack alone
 You got the, key to the city but the latch is on
 I gots it locked, bringin the noise bringin the Funk Doctor Spock
 Bringin my boys bringin you lungs
 Pop the Glock but only if you feel this shit
 Jack the Ripper, don't make me have to kill this bitch
 Back to get'cha put it in check that's the Mista
 Meth with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up
 I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
 I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
 I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 You can, call on the man when the party is borin
 I'll have these hoes strippin till it's part of the mornin
 I love a fat chick, with a body enormous
 It ain't about the weight yo it's how they performin
 My dash is 180, my weed half a pound
 When the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds
 I don't stash the dro', nigga divide
 I'm that nigga that ride with trigga to give a supply
 High, is how I stay all the time
 Niggas close your doors
 Yo bitches shut all your blinds
 If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass
 I stay back but my Benz moved up a class
 It's Doc and Meth the format is real sickenin
 Contagious, we out for Mr. Biggs women
 You better shut your trap when my dogs around
 We pissin on fire hydrants, so walk around bitch!
 I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
 I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
 I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 Mista Method Man, puttin in work, foot in the dirt
 Like it's all good, roll through yo' hood, pushin a hearse
 I wish y'all would, come around like Clint Eastwood
 As if your, reppin your hood in my neck of the woods
 Street gorillas in the PJ's, grimy bitch
 I wear the same shit for three days, find me lit
 Blunt sparks like Felipe - fuck the he say, the she say
 Adjust the microphone, plus the cliche
 Yo, call me the Bob Backlund, I'll break backs on hoes
 That look like Toni Braxton, come run with these boney masked men
 I'm out the gutter, I'm to send your baby mother
 Out for rubbers, we fuckin tonight
 Bitches wanna crowd around, how I'm cuffin the mic
 I'm a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe
 Cause I'm a real block winner, the Doc inna
 Bitch one of my balls bigger than the Epcot Center!
 I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
 I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
 I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
 I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
 I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 High (Let's Get)
 I, I get so high
 (I, can touch the sky)
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:04
Key
10
Tempo
96 BPM

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