Part II

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)