| I’m a roll 84's 'til' them hoes start clackin'
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| Put 'em on they back & got 'em askin' «What happened?»
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| Homey was crackin' it’s good to be back
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| See me on the slab in a beautiful 'llac
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| If you wanna jack, I got somethin' for you
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| Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
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| Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya
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| & I bet 50 G’s on my boy De La Hoya
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| Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
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| Boy I’m a vet & you still a trainy
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| Ballin' daily with my green lady.
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| She askin' what have I done for her lately
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| I’m a dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me
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| Caught her by the hand & told her «Don't get happy»
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| Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola
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| Mr. High-Roller movin' Coca-Cola
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| While I stay…
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| High So High… reachin' for the sky
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| High So High… please don’t blow my High.
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| I fell off the wagon, dicky’s still saggin'
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| Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon
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| Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin'
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| Pick your chick up & it’s gonna be a stabbin'
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| Haters get mad & they want my autograph
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| Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh
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| Walked the wrong path when I went & bought a half
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| Sold out on the cut, now it’s time to call a cab
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| Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings & rice
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| Then to the store, I need a 40 & some dice.
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| What they hittin' for? |
| Come out with Little Joe.
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| Can you play 500 on a what? |
| 10 or 4?
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| Let 'em go, let 'em go, boys start leavin'
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| Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin'
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| Bobbin' & weavin' still block bleedin'
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| Ain’t gonna quit 'til' you haters stop breathin'
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| & I stay…
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| High So High… reachin' for the sky
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| High So High… please don’t blow my High.
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| Who said money didn’t grow on trees?
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| I came up slangin' them coco leaves
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| Many stories about territories
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| At the Dope House, we don’t call the police
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| Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze
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| I Got no love for you studio G’s
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| I buy 4 Jeeps & I wear a gold leash.
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| But what the hell is money if you got no peace?
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| Homies in the back & they ready to attack.
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| & we don’t go to clubs where you can’t wear your hat.
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| Homey where you at? |
| Represent, where you from?
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| Land of Dum Dum where you don’t dare to come
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| All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us
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| I Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers
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| Got nothin' for us, listen to my
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| While I sit back & blaze up a damn forest
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| Stayin' so…
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| High So High… reachin' for the sky
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| High So High… please don’t blow my High.
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| Mr. SPM
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| & you know it don’t stop…
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| For all my player partners
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| Dope House baby
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| We don’t quit… we ain’t goin' nowhere. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High so High , by - SPM. Song from the album Best of the Best, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп