How High Part 2 Songtext
von Method Man & Redman

I, I get so high (smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I can touch the sky (you so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I said, I get, so high (Brick City to the crooked letter I)
High (let′s get it)
High (let's get it)
High (let′s get it)
High (let's get it, yo, come on man)


Tical shittin' again, spittin′ to win (aha)
Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him (yeah)
Yes, indeed, I′m ill as any STD's or sex disease
These dirty rats want extra cheese
On that piece of the pie
How high? (how high)
Until ya reach for the sky (sky)
Blame the crooked Letter I (I)
That′s my home, 23's wrapped in chrome
Not only snap on y′all niggas but I'll snap them bones
Clap your dome, make you leave that crack alone (aha)
You got the key to the city but the latch is on?
I gots it locked, bringin′ the noise, bringin' the funk
Doctor Spock, bringin' my boys, bringin′ you lungs
Pop the glock, but only if you feel this shit
Jack the Ripper; don′t make me have to kill this bitch!
Back to get ya, put it in check, that's the Mista
Meth with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up

I, I get so high (wooh, smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I can touch the sky (louder louder, you so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City to the crooked letter I)
High (let′s get it)
High (let's get it)
High (let′s get it)
High (let's get it)


You can call on the man when the party is borin′
I'll have these hoes strippin' till it′s part of the mornin′
I love a fat chick with a body enormous
It ain't about the weight, yo, it′s how they performin' (yo)
My dash is 180, my weed half a pound (pound)
When the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds
I don′t stash the 'dro, nigga, divide
I′m that nigga that ride with trigger to give a supply
High is how I stay all the time
Niggas, close your doors!
Bitches, shut all your blinds!
If I'm hard to find, take two puffs and pass
I stay back, but my Benz moved up a class
It's Doc and Meth, the format is real sickenin′
Contagious, we out for Mr. Biggs′ women
You better shut your trap when my dogs around
We pissin' on fire hydrants, so walk around, bitch!

I, I get so high (smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I said I can touch the sky (louder, you so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City to the crooked letter I)
High (let′s get it)
High (let's get it)
High (let′s get it)
High (let's get it)