How High movie - How High lyrics
rate meSong by Method Man/Redman<br /><br>
Excuse me as I kiss the sky,<br>
Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye,<br>
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture,<br>
Stalk the dead body like a vulture,<br>
Ticalian, HMMM<br>
Blacker than your blackest stallion,<br>
Hit your housin projects,<br>
I represent the Shaolin my nigga,<br>
Hell yes, Apocalypse now the gun pow,<br>
It be goin down diggy diggy down diggy down down<br>
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[Verse 2: Redman]<br>
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While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse,<br>
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks,<br>
Cause aint no need for that hustlers and hardcores,<br>
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs,<br>
The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it,<br>
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch,<br>
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild,<br>
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide<br>
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[Verse 3: Method Man]<br>
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10 9 8 7 6 5 4<br>
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door,<br>
Tical bring it to that ass-raw,<br>
Breakin all the rules like glass-jaws,<br>
Nigga, you got to get mine to get-yours,<br>
Fucka, we dont need no rap-tour,<br>
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture,<br>
More than you bargained for,<br>
Tical that stays open like an all night store,<br>
For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel,<br>
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill,<br>
And end your existance, M-E-T<br>
Aint no use for resistance, H-O-D<br>
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[Verse 4: Redman]<br>
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I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust,<br>
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts,<br>
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck,<br>
Examine my nuts I dont stop till I get enough,<br>
Your shit broke down light your flare,<br>
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares,<br>
6 million ways to die so I chose,<br>
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed,<br>
The blindfold, cold so you can feel the rap,<br>
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass,<br>
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now,<br>
Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now,<br>
Forget me not I rock the spot check glock,<br>
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop,<br>
Fuck the billboard I'm a bullet on my block,<br>
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
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Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane<br>
It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train<br>
HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky<br>
HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick<br>
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane<br>
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed<br>
HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky<br>
HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick<br>
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[Verse 5: Method Man]<br>
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Till my man Raider Ruckus come home<br>
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home<br>
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone,<br>
We dont need yo dirt weed we got our fuckin own,<br>
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic,<br>
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic,<br>
Movin on your left kid and I'm method out my fuckin dome piece,<br>
Plus I got no love for the beast,<br>
Hailin from the big East Coast,<br>
Where niggaz pack toast,<br>
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats,<br>
(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block, you try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)<br>
As I run around with a racist,<br>
My style was born in the 50 stair cases,<br>
Dig it "F" a rap critic,<br>
He talk about it while I live it,<br>
If Red got the blunt I'm the second one to hit it<br>
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[Verse 6: Redman]<br>
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Look up in the I got the verbs nouns and glocks in ya<br>
Enter the centa lyrics bang like rico-chet,<br>
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic,<br>
Rollin blunts an all day habit,<br>
I get it on like Smiff and Wess,<br>
Who clicks the best,<br>
Punks take a sip and test,<br>
Who split your vest,<br>
The funk phenomenon,<br>
I'm bombin you like Lebanon,<br>
Blow canals of Panama,<br>
Just off stamina,<br>
Styles not to be fucked with or played with,<br>
Fuck the pretty hoes I love those Section A Bit-ches,<br>
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with,<br>
Phat radical mathematical type scriptures,<br>
I dig up in your planets like Digga,<br>
Boo scared you blew you to smitha-reens,<br>
Fuck the marines I got machines,<br>
To light the spit and read Mad magazine,<br>
I fly more heads than Continental,<br>
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental,<br>
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks,<br>
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks,<br>
I breaks em up proppa,<br>
Ask Biggie Smalls Who Shot Ya,<br>
Funk doctor with the 12 Gauge Mossberg,<br>
Look I got the tools like Rickle,<br>
To make your mind tickle,<br>
For the nine nickle,<br>
(Yo Red, yo Red!)<br>
Punk ass pussy ass<br>
(You ain't gotta say no more man, thats it)<br>
Word up Tical, We Out<br>
(IT'S OVER)<br>
Sick ass niggas<br>
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