Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Must Be High (feat. Chiko Dateh) , by - South Park Mexican. Release date: 12.03.2001
Song language: English
I Must Be High (feat. Chiko Dateh) |
| I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t |
| Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke |
| I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace |
| Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas |
| The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess |
| You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes |
| I’m in your girlfriends' hot intestines |
| Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses |
| Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro |
| Click and clack my semi auto cause I’m trying to see tomorrow |
| Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco |
| It’s the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe |
| TV screens, margarita machines with street marines |
| Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings |
| If it means anything this for all my G’s |
| I’m in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC’s |
| Another DWI, drunk and fucking high |
| I’ll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky |
| They call me young Thurston Howell the Third |
| And that’s my word |
| I’m a swang, I’m a swerve |
| I’m a park and scrape the curve |
| Why when I’m not high, does my life feel like it’s missing something? |
| I know that I must be high |
| So that I can function |
| Why, when I’m not high, does my life feel like it’s missing something? |
| I know that I must be high |
| I’m a use my three wishes, I’m very superstitious |
| No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches |
| Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons |
| Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes |
| The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits |
| No French kisses and no hippopotamuses |
| I’m picky, if you strictly dickly, you can’t get with me |
| As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney |
| I’m a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em |
| Lived in peace, I ain’t gonna let em when I see em I’m gonna wet em |
| Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie |
| Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy |
| My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy |
| Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly |
| Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle |
| Y’all don’t really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle |
| Why, when I’m not high, does my life feel like it’s missing something? |
| I know that I must be high |
| Why, when I’m not high, does my life feel like it’s missing something? |
| I know that I must be high |
| I walks in the club, all grabbing on my dick |
| Is the police officers pattin' down my click |
| They say my bandana breaks the dress code |
| Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex-hoe |
| I’m hoggin' and I’m doggin' creeping and I’m crawling |
| Believe me this my calling it’s time to do you all in |
| Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what |
| Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum |
| Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man’s land |
| Burnin off in my «Smokey and the Bandit» Trans Am |
| The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling |
| Sometime I smoke the rain and get wetter than a penguin |
| Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper |
| Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga |
| Hook like «Johnny» Tapia, it’s Dopehouse living prosperous |
| I tip my waitress and she can’t stop saying 'Gracias' |