Yeah  getting high off the soup  (drink it up)
 A little high belongs to me . . .
   Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop  (sip it down)
 A little high belongs to you . . .
   A dab of this  dab of that  not too heavy on the garlic  (take it
 easy)
 A little high belongs to me . . .
   With just a touch of oregano . . .
 Now everybody's funking but they don't know how
 They wasn't down back when the bull funked the cow
 But the chest of the cow was vestless
 So the stank from the D-thang bang left the breathless
 Oregano flow
 Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no
 Reason: its the season for the lovely flow:
 The 'D', we're sick enough of stress, let it go
 Now follow as I slip into the butter melody
 This is the part I take your heart and leave your vision blurry
 So try to focus on my dope
 And I suggest you invest in a telescope;
 As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to your television
 Catch a look just like a hooker catch j-izm
 Even with bifocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though
 As I flavour up this vide' like oregano:
 Slinging them nouns and verbs
 You couldn't see me with binoculars
 I guess I'm kind of different cause I do love them hoes
 Only not the same way that I love my niggaroes
 Cause I love it when they say something fly
 The ill caps make me laugh till I cry
 Some fries and some freaks and it's on, all night long
 I love to see my homies living strong
 But that cook with the cloudy cookbook
 rained salt on another brother's sunny day
 I wonder are we really happy here with this lonely G game we play
 A little high belongs to you . . .
 - Yeah, getting high off the soup, (drink it up)
 A little high belongs to me . . .
 - Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop, (sip it down)
 A little high belongs to you . . .
 - A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic, (take it
 easy)
 A little high belongs to me . . .
 - With just a touch of oregano . . .
 Now everybody's looking but they cannot see
 The 'D' because we're future and we're too slippery
 You know we're coming with oregano flow
 Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no
 Reason it's the season for the lovely flow:
 The 'D', we're sipping off the stress, let it go, let it go
 Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loops . . .
 Oregano, baby, oregano
 A little high belongs to you . . .
 - Yeah, my soup'll get you high, (drink it up)
 A little high belongs to me . . .
 - Top rhyming's how we're coming, bye-bye
 A little high belongs to you . . .
 A little high belongs to me .