How High (Part II)

[Intro: Redman + Method Man] Yo, ladies and gentlemen We got Toni Braxton up in the house So high that I can kiss the sky, bitch We live up in here, y'all; let's get high! Motherfucker, get high! [Verse 1: Method Man] Tical shittin' again, spittin' to win Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him Yes, indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease These dirty rats want extra cheese On that piece of the pie Now ask me "How high?", I'll tell 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 niggas but I'll snap them bones Clap 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 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 [Hook: Toni Braxton + Method Man & Redman] I, I get so high Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba I, can touch the sky I'm so high that I can kiss the sky sky I, I get so high Brick City and The Crooked Letter I High, high, high, high Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get [Verse 2: Redman] 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' My dash is 180, my weed half a 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 (Method Man: Niggas, close your doors!) Yo, 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! [Hook: Toni Braxton + Method Man & Redman] I, I get so high Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba I, can touch the sky I'm so high that I can kiss the sky sky I, I get so high Brick City and The Crooked Letter I High, high, high, high Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get [Verse 3: Method Man] Mista Method Man, puttin' in work, foot in the dirt Like it's all good, roll through your hood, pushin' a hearse I wish y'all would come around like Clint Eastwood As if you're reppin' your hood in my neck of the woods Street gorillas in the PJ's, grimy bitch I wear the same shit for three days, find me lit Blunt sparks, like Phillippi; fuck the he-say, the she-say! Adjust the microphone, plus the cliché [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, call me the Bob Backlund I'll break backs on hoes that look like Toni Braxton Come run with these boney masked men I'm out the gutter, I'm out to send your baby mother Out for rubbers; we fuckin' tonight Bitches wanna crowd around, how I'm cuffin' the mic I'm a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe ‘Cause I'm a real block winner, the Doc inna Bitch, one of my balls bigger than the Epcot Center! [Hook: Toni Braxton + Method Man & Redman] I, I get so high Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba I, can touch the sky I'm so high that I can kiss the sky sky I, I get so high Brick City and The Crooked Letter I High, high, high, high Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get