How High (Part 2)

[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 you boys bringin you bumps

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 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]