How High movie - How High lyrics

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Song 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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