The Ill Spoken - How High (Intro) lyrics
[The Ill Spoken - How High Intro lyrics]
Collabo right here let me light up somethin'
Got blunt? Got weed?
We ain't playin' no games '08, '09 and better
The whole Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
Can we get Beedie? Mac? Y'all already
Know how we does it
We on that motherfuckin' takeover
(Are you ready?) dJ Rated R, DJ Diggz
Can we get? Ill Spoken
Yo, ladies and gentlemen, blaze an L
And let's begin kickin' with some (Yep)
Somethin' get y'all higher with
The fire spit, lettin' off like entire clips
Sayin' that the boombox here to
Beef with two blocks
The Ill Spoken, Beedie, Easy Mac, The Jukebox
(Yessir)
Haters in the area, step up to the plate
We do ya like some old vinyl
Leave ya stuck in a crate (Uh, uh)
And now it's too late to apologize
(Yep) , we comin' on the rise
Blunted all day, yeah
We smokin' in the car we drivin'
Rhythm of rap, I'm bringin' it back
Cats are wiggity-whack
Spittin' these rhythms but missin'
For you to eat up, yup, it's time to re-up
So playas
Get your weed up and move your seat up
How high can we be? (Can we be?)
So high that the haters can't see
So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
How high, baby? So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
(The Ill Spoken)
The boy is back at it
Y'all know me and Mac had it
Spit fire when I flow
Cook coke to a crack addict
And it's my way or the highway
But, it's funny 'cause my
Way kinda the highway (Haha)
And you know I keep a fat-ass
Stash on the loud way
Good haze got me fixed up
Twistin' me side-ways (Ayy, haha)
Gettin' paid, yeah, that's sorta the scheme
I'm on my own way to reach the top
Achievin' more than my dreams (yeah)
I fall back in the back of the buildin'
Countin' stacks, man
I'm tryna stack it up to the ceilin'
(Right on) and break through the roof
The sky's the limit
I got my eyes on the prize
And I'm sizin' the finish
Tryna live it like a king, if you want it
You cop it my money big, man, my wallet
Barely fit in my pocket, ya dig?
And in the leap year
Bet I'm gon' reach there
Walk up to the throne, take a seat there
What?
So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
How high, baby? So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
(The Ill Spoken)
So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
How High, baby
Got blunt? Got weed?
We ain't playin' no games '08, '09 and better
The whole Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
Can we get Beedie? Mac? Y'all already
Know how we does it
We on that motherfuckin' takeover
(Are you ready?) dJ Rated R, DJ Diggz
Can we get? Ill Spoken
Yo, ladies and gentlemen, blaze an L
And let's begin kickin' with some (Yep)
Somethin' get y'all higher with
The fire spit, lettin' off like entire clips
Sayin' that the boombox here to
Beef with two blocks
The Ill Spoken, Beedie, Easy Mac, The Jukebox
(Yessir)
Haters in the area, step up to the plate
We do ya like some old vinyl
Leave ya stuck in a crate (Uh, uh)
And now it's too late to apologize
(Yep) , we comin' on the rise
Blunted all day, yeah
We smokin' in the car we drivin'
Rhythm of rap, I'm bringin' it back
Cats are wiggity-whack
Spittin' these rhythms but missin'
For you to eat up, yup, it's time to re-up
So playas
Get your weed up and move your seat up
How high can we be? (Can we be?)
So high that the haters can't see
So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
How high, baby? So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
(The Ill Spoken)
The boy is back at it
Y'all know me and Mac had it
Spit fire when I flow
Cook coke to a crack addict
And it's my way or the highway
But, it's funny 'cause my
Way kinda the highway (Haha)
And you know I keep a fat-ass
Stash on the loud way
Good haze got me fixed up
Twistin' me side-ways (Ayy, haha)
Gettin' paid, yeah, that's sorta the scheme
I'm on my own way to reach the top
Achievin' more than my dreams (yeah)
I fall back in the back of the buildin'
Countin' stacks, man
I'm tryna stack it up to the ceilin'
(Right on) and break through the roof
The sky's the limit
I got my eyes on the prize
And I'm sizin' the finish
Tryna live it like a king, if you want it
You cop it my money big, man, my wallet
Barely fit in my pocket, ya dig?
And in the leap year
Bet I'm gon' reach there
Walk up to the throne, take a seat there
What?
So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
How high, baby? So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
(The Ill Spoken)
So high that I can piss on a
Cloud and make a bird look up
Dang, dang, dang, my shit been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
How High, baby