High So High Lyrics - 3rd Wish To Rock The World - South Park

f/ Marilyn Rylander 

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

First Verse: [SPM] 

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 

Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya 

Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer 

Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me 

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

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... 

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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 

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

Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half 

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 

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

Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin' 

And I stay 

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Chorus 

Third Verse (SPM): 

I came up slangin' them coca leaves 

Who said money didn't grow on trees? 

At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police 

Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze 

Many stories about territories 

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? 

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

Homies in the back and they ready to attack 

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

Homie where you at? Represent, where you from? 

All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us 

Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers 

While I sit back and blaze a damned forest 

Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus 

Stayin' so... 

Chorus (2x) 

(SPM) 

Mr. S-P-M 

And you know it don't stop... 

Dopehouse baby, 

For all my playa partners 

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

MAN