*featuring Marilyn Rylander
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[First Verse: (SPM)]
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I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin
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Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?"
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Homie was crackin', it's good to be back
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See me on the slab with a beautiful 'llac
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If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you
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Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
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Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya
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And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
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Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
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Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee
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Ballin' daily with my green lady
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She asked what have I done for her lately?
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I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me
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Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy"
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Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola
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Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola
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While I stay...
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[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander)]
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High so high.....reachin' for the sky
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High so high.....please don't blow my high
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[Second Verse (SPM):]
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I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin
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Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon
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Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin
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Pick your chick up and it's gonna be a stabbin
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Haters get mad and they want my autograph
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Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh
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Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half
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Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab
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Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice
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Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice
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What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe
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Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four?
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Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin
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Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin
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Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin'
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Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin'
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And I stay
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[Chorus]
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[Third Verse (SPM):]
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Who said money didn't grow on trees?
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I came up slangin' them coca leaves
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Many stories about territories
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At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police
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Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze
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Got no love for you studio G's
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I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash
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But what the Hell is money if you got no peace?
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Homies in the back and they ready to attack
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And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat
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Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?
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Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come
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All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us
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Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers
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Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus
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While I sit back and blaze a damned forest
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Stayin' so...
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[SPM]
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Mr. S-P-M
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And you know it don't stop...
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For all my playa partners
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Dopehouse baby,
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We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere,
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MAN!
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High So High
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |