South Park - High So High lyrics

f/ Marilyn Rylander I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin First Verse: [SPM] Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?" Homie 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 Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee Ballin' daily with my green lady She asked what have I done for her lately? I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy" Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola While I stay... Chorus (Marilyn Rylander) High so high.....reachin' for the sky High so high.....please don't blow my high Second Verse (SPM): I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon Choppin' big things, 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 Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four? Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin' Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin' And I stay Chorus Third Verse (SPM): I came up slangin' them c**a leaves Who said money didn't grow on trees? At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze Many stories about territories Got no love for you studio G's I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash But what the Hell is money if you got no peace? And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat Homies in the back and they ready to attack Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come Homie where you at? Represent, where you from? All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers While I sit back and blaze a damned forest Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus Stayin' so... Chorus (2x) (SPM) Mr. S-P-M And you know it don't stop... Dopehouse baby, For all my playa partners We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere, MAN