Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So High (G-13) , by - RZA. Release date: 29.04.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So High (G-13) |
| {*sampled woman singing «So High» in background |
| Throughout whole track*} |
| Yeah son, 36 dirty |
| (Smoked out. oh. smokin. smokin) |
| Oh, yeah man, It’s Not a Game son |
| Yo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it back |
| We gotta bring them ten of them, nahI’msayin? |
| And don’t forget that Remy with the. |
| (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean? |
| And that big booty bitches with it ripped off |
| With the jiggles on, knowI’msayin? |
| Yeah bring some big women and smoke it |
| Get high over here, knowI’msayin? |
| (Smokin) |
| Straight like that baby |
| Let them niggas know what’s up Ra |
| BZZZZ. |
| Killa Bee will sting, blitz from the sticky green |
| I had the chocolate thai mixed with the G-13 |
| From the supercali-fragalistic twisted |
| Throat dry as brownies, I had to sip a Mystic |
| Called up Johnny Blaze cuz I know he like to smoke |
| He said for migraine headaches weed be the anti-dote |
| Brown bags got more seeds than a cantaloupe |
| Northern Lights have you runnin like wild antelopes |
| Seen through a microscope, crystallized T.H.C |
| I mix mine with the Digi soaked in minty leaf |
| And I puff. |
| puff and I smoke the smoke |
| .but I didn’t choke |
| Blaze up, and let’s smoke 'til we hazed up |
| What you drinkin? |
| Lemonade or Henny straight up? |
| Super-high motherfucker, nigga, Wake Up |
| And cop a bag of that good shit |
| Eh-yo, dip that shit, nigga, one pull and pass |
| Smoke 'til ya lungs collapse and hit ya ass |
| 'Dro, evergreen, ever seen seeds? |
| No, you never seen trees like these |
| Budded, with the crystal studded |
| I’m blunted with the pistol, shut it |
| Keep smokin. |
| super-high nigga |
| I’m whino real, fifty sack of that good shit |
| From the hood shit |
| Got the Remy on my side 'til death do us |
| Eyes low, breath smellin like hydro |
| I’m high yo, up in the Tahoe bumpin Faith |
| Keep gats like G’s son, just in case |
| Blackjack Las Vegas, we puff God shivegas |
| High outta my mind, forgot what today is |
| It’s Bo King blunted, chokin on the Arizona |
| Smoke scream effects, smell the green marijuana |
| So High girl, Ohwee (Uh, good shit, good shit) |
| So High, So High, uh |
| (We got yo nostrils flaired smokin on the chocolate) |
| Ah. |
| Killa Bee drama. |
| look at the chick yo she high. |
| Yeah. |
| I’m gettin all that baby |
| I’m only gon' get ya high one time |
| Seen? |
| Yeah, we gon' get you high over here |
| NahI’msayin? |
| Mix some of this Cognac |
| Mix it back baby, get some realy tonic here |
| Straight up G mackin up in here baby |
| Black dust on the road with this. |
| flow |
| Goin on and on, didn’t I try to tell ya? |
| Yeah, straight up Wu-Tang baby |
| Nigga, knowI’msayin? |
| Umm-hmm |
| This is what you need, I’m So High girl |
| I just wanna lay a little guerilla back on a sweetback baby |
| That’s what I’m tryin to tell ya, umm-hmm |