we're there You can lie a little if it takes us to the sky Make me fly a minute, make me feel alive Make us high Make us high Make us hiiigh Heck Yea
let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it
Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the
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am f-cking high, high, high, high Menace to society I feel sorry for your mother Me and Vicious on 'shrooms Call us the Mario brothers Back down, we
e, family until the day we d i e continuously extendin ourselves for you to see, smell, hear, touch and taste we be them c to the r a b, a p p l e, k
man Got chrome heavily armed, Outlawz did that, heavily gone So we ride with what's left us, the best of us Plus we wake up with our Tech on us We test
our head Uh HAH HAH...HAH HAH.. hah I get the feelin sometimes they make me wonder Why you wanna take us under Why you wanna take us under (x2) Can
stack We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back And keep this world high, yearly raw supply These fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside Any bottle tip high
go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out
like 10 To get that Henn To make that blend To make that fool come up out his ins Devilish thoughts Hell is feelin kinda of crellish God tell us what we got to do to make
niggaz can smoke on Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage Five nine one six O, light brown M-E
things What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me E V E, capitalize Taking the shit, making it mine Big niggas in the game that'll let us
FedEx In Vallejo, California, E-40 In Vallejo In Vallejo, California, E-40 He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in Major factor, Fed Ex, high powered
man got flow heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone So we ride with what's left us, the best of us Plus we wake up with our tech on us We test
now Renee King is on my telephone But I got the ring, ring, ha, ha, hey, hey 'Cause this type of shit it happens everyday I got to make me a connection
Takin it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The Ultimate high 'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck
