Tytuł: High So High

• Wykonawca: South Park Mexican
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[First Verse: (SPM)]
  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...
  
  [Chorus (Marilyn Rylander)]
  High so high.....reachin' for the sky
  High so high.....please don't blow my high
  
  [Second Verse (SPM):]
  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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Third Verse (SPM):]
  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...
  
  [Chorus (2x)]
  
  [SPM]
  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!