Method Man, Redman - Part II lyrics

Yo, yo 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, yeah let's get
Let's get, yeah, yeah

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 foot 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
I, I get so high
Brick City to The Crooked Letter I
High, high, high, high
(Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

You can call on the man
When the party is borin'
I'll have these hoes strippin' 'til
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 a
Trigger to give a supply
High is how I stay all the time
(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

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
I, I get so high
Brick City to The Crooked Letter I
High, high, high, high
(Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

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

Yo, call me the Bob Backlund
I'll break backs on hoes that
Look like Toni Braxton
Come run with these bony 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

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
I, I get so high
Brick City to The Crooked Letter I
High, high, high, high
(Let's get, let's get, let's get, 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
I, I get so high
Brick City to The Crooked Letter I
High, high, high, high
(Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

I, I get so high i can touch the sky
I, I get so high high, high, high