(feat. Nate Dogg)



Ooh you make my high come down

(Chico & Coolwadda)

Ooh you make my high come down

(This from that Sudden Impact number 5)

(Wild in the motherfuckin' West comin' at ya real soon)

You make my high come all the way down

(That Chico & Coolwadda shit)

Ooh you make my high come down

(For the homey DJ A.P.)



Hit the coast with a sudden impact

Royals in the eight-pack, zip in the zip-pack

Heat packed for the whole trip

Niggas don't emcee, they just say they do until I spit

Shit, get lifted with blunts, snap once

Pssh, limit the bounce like bad bungee jumps

Parallel on the hunt for the chips

Flash, make 'em walk with it pointed on ya hip

Fuck it though, that's me, who is you?

I'm down with Dirty Jerks and R.C. and A.P.

But who's you? (?) and (?) to the rest

Niggas seem to have a vendetta on the West

Serve ya Ghost Rider cause ya not versin'

The scouting report says hot person

So watch who you fuckin' with

You fuckin' up my high little bitch



Ooh you make my high come down

Ooh you make my high come down

You make my high come all the way down

Ooh you make my high come down



Gotta slang this cause I'm a carry out my due

Chico hood's the chipper, chip with chrome buster

Fucked for pickin' up the phone

Brothers used to smoke that blunt

But now they choke that blunt

Like a bonerback fuckin' bitches and hos(?)

See me in the breeze underneath the palm trees

Holla at you now please spit it from the throat

This Westside neighborhood I'm a low

Now A.P. if you ever need some get back

Call me, I'll make sure it get back

Catch a flight, pssh catch 'em in the night

Parallel double barrels, smoke it right

In fact the impact gon' be sudden

Five times bloke all through his buttons

Please believe said trip you'll receive

An exit out the universe on me



Ooh you make my high come down

Ooh you make my high come down

You make my high come all the way down

Ooh you make my high come down



My Bible wouldn't a been preached

I been the beast, I been the prey

Parallel park in here and get towed away

Stowed away in the back of the trunk where the tool be

Fools be actin' like I won't bust this uzi

Cool he proves me, over yonder

In that little white Honda Civic

They thought that street shit

Well then I can get delirious

Let me know here, pivot post

Them chipper niggas end up close



I bust the uzi, you can bust one

Must've brought your high to get you on one

Chico so you know I'm on one

And when they scatter and roll

Hop out the cut with the pump shotgun

Just in case I got to come on y'all like eight minutes

Ride for the chips parallel 'til we finish

Rearrange rap with the rare raw flow

Not feelin' y'all bringin' down my hydro



Ooh you make my high come down

Ooh you make my high come down

You make my high come all the way down

Ooh you make my high come down



Just hit the Eastside, fuckin' up the LBC

I don't associate with haters, my motherfuckin' gangstas be

Just hit the dope spot, just picked up some bomb-ass weed

Man I'll holla at you later, I'm about to hit these trees

As sure as my game is tight, just spotted a real dime piece

I thought my day could not be greater, that's about the time I peeped

There go Mister John-in-law all in my rear view

The next thing I heard was sirens, tell me what am I to do?



Ooh you make my high come down

Ooh you make my high come down

You make my high come all the way down

Ooh you make my high come down