High So High

I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin

Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What

happened?"

Homie was crackin', it's good to be back

See me on the slab with a beautiful 'llac

If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you

Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer

Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya

And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya

Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me

Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee

Ballin' daily with my green lady

She asked what have I done for her lately?

I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me

Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy"

Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola

Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola

While I stay...

High so high.....reachin' for the sky

High so high.....please don't blow my high

I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin

Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon

Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin

Pick your chick up and it's gonna be a stabbin

Haters get mad and they want my autograph

Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh

Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half

Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab

Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice

Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice

What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe

Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four?

Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin

Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin

Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin'

Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin'

And I stay

Who said money didn't grow on trees?

I came up slangin' them coca leaves

Many stories about territories

At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police

Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze

Got no love for you studio G's

I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash

But what the Hell is money if you got no peace?

Homies in the back and they ready to attack

And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your

hat

Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?

Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come

All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us

Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers

Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus

While I sit back and blaze a damned forest

Stayin' so...

Mr. S-P-M

And you know it don't stop...

For all my playa partners

Dopehouse baby,

We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere,

MAN!