Song: Part II ~~ 2001 ~~ 4:05
Artist: Method Man and Redman featuring Toni Braxton
LP/CD: How High S/T ~~ Def Jam ~~ 2001
Composers: Reggie Noble~Erick Sermon~Clifford Smith~Toni Braxton~Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds~Bryce Wilson

Yo’, yo’

I-I get so high
(Yo’, ladies and gentlemen)
I can touch the sky
(We got Toni Braxton up in the house)
{So high that I can kiss the sky, b****}
I-I get so high
(We live up in here y’all, let’s get high)

High (Let’s get), high, high (Let’s get), high

Tical s*****n’ again, spittin’ to win
Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him
Yes indeed, I’m ill as any STDs or sex disease
These dirty rats want extra cheese
On that piece of the pie, now ask me how high
Until you reach for the sky, blame the crooked letter I
That’s my home, 23’s wrapped in chrome
Not only snap on y’all n****s, but snap the bones
Slap your dome, make you leave that crack alone
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 s***
Jack The Ripper, don’t make me have to kill this b****
Back to get ya, put it in check, that’s the mister
Meth with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up

I-I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba)
I can touch the sky (You’re so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I-I get so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get)

You can call on the man when the party is borin’
I’ll have these h**s 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 performance
My dash is 180, my weed half a pound
When there’s smoke in the air my nose like basset hound’s
I don’t stash the draw, n**** divide
I’m that n**** that ride wit’ a trigger to get a supply
High is how I stay all the time (N****s close your doors)
Yo’, b****es shut all your blinds
If I’m hard to find take two puffs and pass
I’d 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 b****

I-I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba)
I can touch the sky (You’re so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I-I get so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get)

Mista Method Man puttin’ in work, foot in the dirt
Like it’s all good, roll through your hood, pushin’ a Hearst
I wish y’all would come around like Clint Eastwood
As if you’re reppin’ your hood in my neck of the woods
The familias in the PJ’s, grimy b****
I wear the same shit for 3 days, find me lit
Blunt sparks like Felipe, f*** the he say, the she say
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Yo’, call me the Bob Backland, I break backs on h**s
What looked like Toni Braxton could run with these boney masked men
I’m out the gutter, I’m to send your baby mother out for rubbers
We f***in’ tonight, b****es wanna crowd around, I’m cuffin’ the mic
I’m a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe
‘Cause I’m a real block winner, when Doc enter
B****, one of my b***s bigger than the Epcot Center

I-I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba)
I can touch the sky (You’re so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I-I get so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get)

I-I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba)
I can touch the sky (You’re so high that I can kiss the sky, sky)
I-I get so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get), high (Let’s get)

I-I get so high
I can touch the sky
I-I get so high
High, high, high, high

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 23, 2001