[ti:How High (explicit Album Version)]
[ar:Redman]
[al:Best Of]
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[00:00.62]How High - Redman
[00:07.48]
[00:28.50]Excuse me as I kiss the sky,
[00:31.33]sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye,
[00:33.55]who the fuck wanna die for their culture,
[00:35.39]stalk the dead body like a vulture,
[00:37.44]ticalian, HMMM
[00:38.99]Blacker than your blackest stallion,
[00:39.87]
[00:40.52]hit your housin projects,
[00:42.08]I represent the Shaolin my nigga
[00:44.09]Hell yes, Apocalypse now the gun pow
[00:46.53]It be goin down diggy diggy down diggy down down
[00:49.30]While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
[00:51.57]When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks
[00:54.61]Cause ain't no need for that hustlers and hardcores
[00:57.18]Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
[00:59.67]
[01:00.39]The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it
[01:02.35]With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
[01:05.02]
[01:05.54]Plus, the Bombazee got me wild,
[01:08.01]Fukin with us is a straight suicide
[01:09.65]
[01:10.67]10 9 8 7 6 5 4
[01:13.06]3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
[01:15.45]Tical bring it to that ass-raw
[01:17.56]Breakin all the rules like glass-jaws
[01:19.38]Nigga, you got to get mine to get-yours
[01:21.91]Fuka, we dont need no rap-tou
[01:23.89]I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
[01:26.85]More than you bargained for
[01:28.20]Tical that stays open like an all night store
[01:30.92]For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
[01:33.87]Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
[01:36.30]And end your existance, M-E-T
[01:39.03]ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
[01:41.04]
[01:41.56]I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
[01:44.16]The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
[01:46.89]I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
[01:49.17]Examine my nuts I don't stop till I get enough
[01:52.03]Your shit broke down light your flare
[01:54.20]Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
[01:57.47]6 million ways to die so I chose
[02:00.18]Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
[02:02.60]The blindfold, cold so you can feel the rap
[02:05.45]And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
[02:08.18]And yo my man Tical hit me now
[02:10.59]Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now
[02:13.24]Forget me not I rock the spot check glock
[02:15.73]Empty off a lickin off a hip hop
[02:18.39]Fuck the billboard I'm a bullet on my block
[02:21.08]How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot
[02:23.83]Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
[02:26.36]It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train
[02:28.84]HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky
[02:31.39]HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick
[02:34.02]Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
[02:36.77]Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
[02:39.15]HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky
[02:41.81]HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick
[02:44.37]Till my man Raider Ruckus come home
[02:46.57]It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
[02:49.19]Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
[02:52.00]We dont need yo dirt weed we got our fukin own
[02:54.63]Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
[02:57.13]Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
[02:59.75]Movin on your left kid and I'm method out my fukin dome
[03:03.11]piece
[03:03.71]Plus I got no love for the beast
[03:05.44]Hailin from the big East Coast
[03:07.57]Where niggaz pack toast
[03:08.91]Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
[03:11.06]Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block
[03:13.40]you try and stop the bum rush you will get popped
[03:15.99]As I run around with a racist
[03:18.31]My style was born in the 50 stair cases
[03:20.41]
[03:21.15]Dig it "F" a rap critic
[03:22.91]He talk about it while I live it
[03:24.63]If Red got the blunt I'm the second one to hit it
[03:27.04]Look up in the I got the verbs nouns and glocks in ya
[03:29.46]Enter the centa lyrics bang like rico-chet
[03:32.23]Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
[03:35.10]Rollin blunts an all day habit
[03:37.10]I get it on like Smiff and Wess
[03:38.93]Who clicks the best
[03:39.80]Punks take a sip and test
[03:41.19]Who split your vest
[03:42.14]The funk phenomenon
[03:43.39]I'm bombin you like Lebanon
[03:44.85]Blow canals of Panama
[03:46.54]Just off stamina
[03:47.82]Styles not to be fuked with or played with
[03:50.36]Fuck the pretty hoes I love those Section A Bit-ches
[03:53.15]
[03:53.72]Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
[03:56.13]Phat radical mathematical type scriptures
[03:58.03]
[03:58.54]I dig up in your planets like Digga
[04:00.57]Boo scared you blew you to smitha-reens
[04:03.96]Fuck the marines I got machines
[04:06.04]To light the spit and read Mad magazine
[04:08.52]I fly more heads than Continental
[04:10.58]Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
[04:13.70]Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
[04:16.33]But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
[04:18.96]I breaks em up proppa
[04:20.28]Ask Biggie Smalls Who Shot Ya
[04:22.02]funk doctor with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
[04:24.20]look I got the tools like Rickle,
[04:26.22]to make your mind tickle
[04:27.48]For the nine nickle
[04:28.82]Yo Red, yo Red!
[04:30.07]Punk ass pussy ass
[04:31.85]You ain't gotta say no more man, thats it
[04:34.67]Word up Tical, We Out
[04:36.02]Sick ass niggas
- 专辑：The Show (Original Soundtrack)
- 歌手：Soundtrack
- 歌曲：How High
