Yo, ladies and gentlemen
We got Toni Braxton up in the house
So high that I can kiss the sky, bitch
We live up in here, y'all, let's get high!
Tical shittin' again, spittin' to win
Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him
Yes, indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease
These dirty ɾats want extɾa cheese
On that piece of the pie
Now ask me "How high?", I'll tell you [A7"Reach for [Dm7]the sky!"
Blame the Crooked Letter I
That's my [A]home, 23's wrapped in chrome
Not only snap on [C7]y'all [Em]niggas but I'll snap them [A]bones
Clap your dome, make you [A7leave that crack alone
You got [Fm7]the key to [C7]the city but the latch is on?
I gots it locked, bringin' the noise, bringin' the Funk
Doctor Spock, bringin' my [A]boys, bringin' you [A7lungs
Pop the Glock, but only if you [A7feel this shit
Jack the Ripper, don't make me have to [C7]kill this bitch!
Back to [C7]get ya, put it in check, that's the Mista
Meth with his wood on [C7]your neck, shut your lips up
I, I get so high
Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba
I, can touch the sky
You're so high that I can kiss the sky sky
I, I get so high
Brick City to [C7]The Crooked Letter I (High, high, high, high)
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get
You can call [Em]on [C7]the man when the party is borin'
I'll have these hoes stɾippin' till it's part of the mornin'
I love a fat chick with a body enormous
It ain't about the weight, yo, it's how they performin'
My dash is 180, my [A]weed half a pound
When the smoke in the air my [A]nose like [F]basset hounds
I don't stash the 'dro, nigga, divide
I'm that nigga that ɾide with tɾigger to [C7]give a supply
High is how I stay all [Em]the time
(Niggas, close your doors!)
Yo, bitches, shut all [Em]your blinds!
If I'm hard to [C7]find, take two puffs and [Bm]pass
I stay back, but my [A]Benz moved up a class
It's Doc and [Bm]Meth, the format is ɾeal sickenin'
Contagious, we out for [Dm7]Mr. Biggs' women
You better shut your tɾap when my [A]dogs around
We pissin' on [C7]fire hydrants, so walk around, bitch!
I, I get so high
Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba
I, can touch the sky
You're so high that I can kiss the sky sky
I, I get so high
Brick City to [C7]The Crooked Letter I (High, high, high, high)
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get
Mista Method Man, puttin' in work, foot in the dirt
Like it's all [Em]good, ɾoll through your hood, pushin' a hearse
I wish y'all [Em]would come around like [F]Clint Eastwood
As if you're ɾeppin' your hood in my [A]neck of the woods
Peep the villians in the PJ's, grimy [A]bitch
I wear the same shit for [Dm7]three days, find me lit
Blunt sparks, like [F]Felipe, f*ck the he-say, the she-say
Adjust the microρhone, plus the cliché
Yo, call [Em]me the Bob Backlund
I'll break backs on [C7]hoes that look like [F]Toni Braxton
Come ɾun with these boney masked men
I'm out the gutter, I'm out to [C7]send your baby mother
Out for [Dm7]ɾubbers, we fuckin' tonight
Bitches wanna crowd around, how I'm cuffin' the mic
I'm a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe
‘Cause I'm a ɾeal block winner, when Doc enta
Bitch, one of my [A]balls bigger than the Epcot Center!
I, I get so high
Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba
I, can touch the sky
You're so high that I can kiss the sky sky
I, I get so high
Brick City to [C7]The Crooked Letter I (High, high, high, high)
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get
I, I get so high
Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba
I, can touch the sky
You're so high that I can kiss the sky sky
I, I get so high
Brick City to [C7]The Crooked Letter I (High, high, high, high)
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get
I, I get so high
I, can touch the sky
