Method Man
Method Man - How High (Part 2) songtekst
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[Redman]: Yo yo [Chorus--Toni Braxton]: I I get so high I can touch the sky I I get so high High High High High (smoke cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba so high that I can kiss the sky) [Redman]: Yo ladies and gentlemen We got Toni Braxton up in the house We live up in here ya'll It's gettin high now [Method Man]: Tical shittin again Spittin the wind Loaded guns clip in the end Nah sicker than him Yes indeed I'm illers in the S.T.D.s Or sex disease These thirty racks on extra cheese On that piece of the pie Now ask me how high I tell ya reach for the sky Swing the crooked letter I That's my home Twenty-threes rapped in chrome Not only snap on ya'll niggas but I'm snappin bones Flatten your dome Make you leave that crack alone You got the key to the city but the latch is on I gots it locked Bring in the noise bring in the funk Dr. Spoc Bringin my boys bringin your lumps Pop the clock But only if you feel this shit Jack the Ripper don't make me have to kill this bitch Back to get ya Put it in check that's the Mr. Meth put a spoil on ya neck Shut your lips up [Chorus] [Redman] Call in the man when the party is borin And I had these hos strippin til it's part in the mornin I love a fat chick with a body enormous It ain't about the weight yo it's how they performance My dash is one eighty my weed half a pound When there's smoke in the air my nose like Bassett Hounds I don't stack the Dro nigga divide I'm that nigga that ride With a trigger to get a supply High Is how I stay all the time {Niggas close your doors} Bitches shut all your blinds If I'm hard to find Take two puffs and pass I stay back with my Benz move upper class It's Doc and Meth the format is real sickenin Contagious we out for Mr. Big's women You better shut your trap when my dog's around Pissin on fire hydrants so walk around Bitch [Chorus] [Method Man]: Mr. Method Man Puttin in work Foot in the dirt Like it's all good Roll through your hood Pushin a hearse I wish I would Come around like Clint Eastwood As if ya reppin your hood In my neck of the woods People realer in their PJs Grimy bitch I wear the same shit for three days Finally lit blunt sparks like Philipe Fuck the he say the she say Your just a mic phone plus the cliche [Redman]: Yo call me the bar backling I break backs on hos Look like Toni Braxton Come run with these phony masked men I'm out the gutter I'm bout to send your baby mother Out for rubbers We fuckin tonight Bitches wanna crowd around how I'm cuffin he mic I'm a gorilla leave a banana stuck in your pipe Cause I'm a real block winner With Doc in a Bitch one of my balls bigger than the Epicot Center [Chorus]