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letra de how high (part 2) - method man

[redman]:
yo yo

[chorus–toni braxton]:
i i get so high
i can touch the sky
i i get so high
high high high high
(smoke cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba
so high that i can kiss the sky)

[redman]:
yo ladies and gentlemen
we got toni braxton up in the house
we live up in here ya’ll
it’s gettin high now

[method man]:
tical sh-ttin again
spittin the wind
loaded guns clip in the end
nah sicker than him
yes indeed
i’m illers in the s.t.d.s
or s-x disease
these thirty racks on extra cheese
on that piece of the pie
now ask me how high
i tell ya reach for the sky
swing the crooked letter i
that’s my home
twenty-threes rapped in chrome
not only snap on ya’ll n-gg-s but i’m snappin bones
flatten your dome
make you leave that crack alone
you got the key to the city but the latch is on
i gots it locked
bring in the noise bring in the funk
dr. spoc
bringin my boys bringin your lumps
pop the clock
but only if you feel this sh-t
jack the ripper don’t make me have to kill this b-tch
back to get ya
put it in check that’s the mr.
meth put a spoil on ya neck
shut your lips up

[chorus]

[redman]
call in the man when the party is borin
and i had these hos strippin til it’s part in the mornin
i love a fat chick with a body enormous
it ain’t about the weight yo it’s how they performance
my dash is one eighty my weed half a pound
when there’s smoke in the air my nose like b-ssett hounds
i don’t stack the dro n-gg- divide
i’m that n-gg- that ride
with a trigger to get a supply
high
is how i stay all the time
{n-gg-s close your doors}
b-tches shut all your blinds
if i’m hard to find
take two puffs and p-ss
i stay back with my benz move upper cl-ss
it’s doc and meth the format is real sickenin
contagious we out for mr. big’s women
you better shut your trap when my dog’s around
p-ssin on fire hydrants so walk around
b-tch

[chorus]

[method man]:
mr. method man
puttin in work
foot in the dirt
like it’s all good
roll through your hood
pushin a he-rs-
i wish i would
come around like clint eastwood
as if ya reppin your hood
in my neck of the woods
people realer in their pjs
grimy b-tch i wear the same sh-t for three days
finally lit blunt sparks like philipe
f-ck the he say the she say
your just a mic phone plus the cliche

[redman]:
yo call me the bar backling i break backs on hos
look like toni braxton
come run with these phony masked men
i’m out the gutter
i’m bout to send your baby mother
out for rubbers
we f-ckin tonight
b-tches wanna crowd around how i’m cuffin he mic
i’m a gorilla leave a banana stuck in your pipe
cause i’m a real block winner
with doc in a
b-tch one of my b-lls bigger than the epicot center

[chorus]

- method man

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