[Redman]
k**a House
Brick City
Style P
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
It's like who in the hell let this ape in the lab
Breaking the gla** bong
I'm swinging harder than Ca**ius swung
The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump
Neva! dropin' the blunt
2 for fire rollin'
89 in the bricks is 15 and growin'
Gilla House fam, you know what it mean
It mean your cipher ain't f**in' with the lord of the ring
Dig it! I pack your pipe with nothin' but bomb
It roll on, like the Power Stripe under your arm
Hold On, En Vogue
Ma**ive endo, I'm breakin' your dress code
I ain't rockin' kinda-gos
I just came to get high with Styles
And lock my, block like D with wider vowels
I'm talking about A, E, I, O, U
My sk**s already have n***as pressed, f** an interview
[HOOK]
"I get high - high - high - high" (Every day)
"I get high - high - high - high" (Every night)
"I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" (All the time)
"HIGH on your memory..." (Every day)
"I get high - high - high - high" (Every night)
"I get high - high - high - high" (All the time)
"I get high - high - high - high" (*laughing*)
"High-ighhhhhhh..."
[Styles]
I'mma blow it if it's sticky kid (what up!)
I smoke mayonnaise jars full of green like Biggie did
My pens my cigar, my bars be serious
You can't f** wit me dawg, point blank period
I get high and hallucinate
A pound cost 6 in New York
But its half in Miami, n***a move your weight
My dimes be 1 point O's, 20's be 2 point 2's
Bring a snack and some fruit punch too
And you know I [*inhaling smoke*] the purple stuff
I'm so high that I can piss on a cloud
And make a bird look up
Smokin' haze in the Hummer while the bird look up
Gettin' high wit the hammer so the bird shook up
I get high like Doc and Meth
And "Let the Monkeys Out"
So I can "Bring the Pain" while I pop ya chest
It's D-Block when the ba*tards repin' (D-Block)
All I need is a lighter and some haze with a master collection
What
[HOOK]
[Method Man]
Okay
Who y'all know smoke more herb than Tical
Hit up a weed spot
Then off to the D-Block to smoke it with Styles
I fight my way up out the detox
Who smoke a slip
But he don't need block, just buds and cumulus clouds
Pull up your Rebox
This kid has gone Madd, Rapper like D-Dot
I got trees, but I'm tryin' to smoke what little he got
If not these n***as then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all that I need to gets by
Stay red eye, no need to get fly
I get a rush (RUSH) when I'm rollin' 'em up
The other day I saw signs in the theater
Kids was throwin' 'em up
I get high, high, high
Every day I get high
Yeah I get high, high, high
And every night I get high
Yeah I get high, high, high
Mr. Meth I get high
Yeah (Yeah) yeah I get high, high, high
With Styles P. I get High-ighhhhhhh
[HOOK]
[Styles]
I am the Ghost
Flow with me
(*laughs*)