So High ringtone on your mobile phone

(feat. Big Hawk, Daz, Mr. 3-2 & Ben)


[talking:]

Southside, the land of milk and honey baby

Real niggaz getting money baby, respect that


[Hook: Z-Ro]

I'm so high, (weed in my lungs

Switchblades and guns, niggaz don't want none)

I'm so high, cause I got a sack of that shit

Flipping and tripping, 15's beating in the back of that bitch

I'm so high, (nigga that's what's up

I'm strolling the cut, Dickie suits and all black Chuck's)

I'm so high, I'm on a money making mission

Navigating a Expedition, side panels full of chickens


[H.A.W.K.:]

Money by the tons, weed in my lungs

Switchblades and guns, niggaz don't want none

This is the Thirty, the land of the birdy

Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty

You heard me, yeah we get that do'

Sell out and resco', and then get some mo'

And also, we spit that amazing flow

Ask me what I'm hitting fo', I want ten a show


[Hook]


[Mr. 3-2:]

I'm so high so gone, floating up in a zone

Discombobulated, I barely made it to my home

I'm known to po' up, and blow funky tobacca'

Packing a click-clacker, just in case somebody act up

Back up and give me space, cause I can't concentrate

If I ain't blowing sticky, or sipping some skee taste

Chasing that dollar bill, in this life that's too beautiful

Niggaz that got killed, they dreams'll be fulfilled

Still I can't cope, without finding some of that dope

On the hottest block of my town, hollin' fuck the po-po

On 4-4's I'm still swanging, banging up out the lot

Heated with plastic glocks, what you boys talking bout

It don't stop till I'm gone, and my heart stop beating

Until then I'm thugging, here bobbing and weaving

Beating and getting money, supporting my own habit

So bitch stay out my bidness, or I'ma let you have it


[Hook]


[Ben:]

I'm out here slanging caine, trying to get major pay

Like razor blades I'll make a cut, any way I post up

I got the pyrex clicking, whipping these hoes up

Call me the come back kid, these fiends go nuts

Fo' years I done that bid, yeah I'm back on track

I re'd up, spend a stack on crack

I'm V'd up, you see the Lac on black rims

My styrofoam cup, filled up rolling bats off sacks

I'm on the grind, getting scratch all day

But the mack'll make em get back, I'm squeezing aiming at bald fades

Money longer than Snoop Dogg braids, that's what I'm after man

This residue, inside the glass for grams

Hit the pavement, then I stash the grands

I'm thinking of owning a big house, copping massive land

I done pulled the trigga once, and I'll blast again

I'm all for the do' I'm hauling the snow, I get it and go


[Hook]


[Dez]