Testo High So High - SPM
Testo della canzone High So High (SPM), tratta dall'album Best Of The Best Vol. 1
I'm a roll 84's till them hoes start clackin
Put em on they back, and got em askin what happened
Homie what's crackin, it's good to be back
See me on the slab, in a beautiful 'llac
If you wanna jack, I got somethin for ya
Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
And 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, and you still a trainee
Ballin daily, with my green lady
She askin what have I done for her lately
I'm a dog like scrappy, my girl try to slap me
Got her by the hand and told her don't get happy
Still sport khakis, got the saviola
Mr. High Roller movin Coca-Cola
While I stay
High, so high
High, so high
Reachin for the sky
Reachin for the sky
High, so high
Me and my player partners
Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high
I fell off the wagon, Dickies still saggin
Blow more smoke than Puff, the Dragon
Havin big thangs, 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 Jimmy James for the wings and rice
Then to the store, I need a 40 and some dice
What they hittin fo', come out with Little Joe
Can you fade 500 on a what, ten to fo'?
Let em go, let em go, boys start leavin
Kilwood hustler, never caught sleepin
Bobbin and weavin, still block bleedin
Ain't gonna quit till you haters stop breathin
And I stay
High, so high
High, so high
Reachin for the sky
Reachin for the sky
High, so high
Me and my player partners
Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high
Who said money didn't grow on trees?
I came up slangin them cocoa leaves
Million stories bout territories
At the dope house, we don't call the police
Feel a cold breeze when I give a little freeze
I got no love for you studio G's
I bought four jeeps and I wear 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
Let the dum dum or you don't dare to come
All you jealous boys is tryin to destroy us
I run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers
Got nothin for us, listen to my chorus
While I sit back and blaze up a damn forest
Stayin so
High, so high
High, so high
Reachin for the sky
Reachin for the sky
High, so high
Me and my player partners
Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high
Mr. SPM
And you know it don't stop
For all my player partners
Dope House baby
We don't quit
We ain't goin nowhere
Man
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Writer(s): Carlos Coy, Randy Ramirez
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