High so High - SPM, Marilyn Rylander

I’m a roll 84's 'til' them hoes start clackin'

Put 'em on they back & got 'em askin' «What happened?»

Homey was crackin' it’s good to be back

See me on the slab in 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

& I bet 50 G’s on my boy De La Hoya

Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me

Boy I’m a vet & you still a trainy

Ballin' daily with my green lady.

She askin' what have I done for her lately

I’m a dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me

Caught her by the hand & 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 fell off the wagon, dicky’s still saggin'

Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon

Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin'

Pick your chick up & it’s gonna be a stabbin'

Haters get mad & they want my autograph

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

Walked the wrong path when I went & bought a half

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

Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings & rice

Then to the store, I need a 40 & some dice.

What they hittin' for?

Come out with Little Joe.

Can you play 500 on a what?

10 or 4?

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

Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin'

Bobbin' & weavin' still block bleedin'

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

& I stay…

High So High… reachin' for the sky

High So High… please don’t blow my High.

Who said money didn’t grow on trees?

I came up slangin' them coco leaves

Many stories about territories

At the Dope House, we don’t call the police

Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze

I Got no love for you studio G’s

I buy 4 Jeeps & I wear a gold leash.

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

Homies in the back & they ready to attack.

& we don’t go to clubs where you can’t wear your hat.

Homey 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

I Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers

Got nothin' for us, listen to my

While I sit back & blaze up a damn forest

Stayin' so…

High So High… reachin' for the sky

High So High… please don’t blow my High.

Mr. SPM

& you know it don’t stop…

For all my player partners

Dope House baby

We don’t quit… we ain’t goin' nowhere.