high so high lyrics – spm

south park mexican
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 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
& 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 asked what have i done for her lately
i’m a dog like scr*ppy, 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…

marilyn rylander
high so high… reachin’ for the sky
high so high… please don’t blow my high.

south park mexican
i fell off the wagon, d*cky’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…

marilyn rylander
high so high… reachin’ for the sky
high so high… please don’t blow my high.

south park mexican
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
got no love for you studio g’s
i buy 4 jeeps & i got a gold leash.
but what the h*ll 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
run you out my city like the tennessee oilers
got nothin’ for us, listen to my chorus
while i sit back & blaze a d*mn forest
stayin’ so…

marilyn rylander
high so high… reachin’ for the sky
high so high… please don’t blow my high. [x2]

south park mexican
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,
man!

/ spm lyrics