[Redman]

Killa House

Brick City

Style P.

When Funk Doc start takin' the drag

It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad

Broken glass

I'm swinging harder then cash is swung

The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump

Neva! dropin' the blunt

2 for fine rollin'

89 in the bricks is 15 and growin'

Killa House fan, you know what it mean

It mean your sifa ain't fuckin' wit the lord of the ring

Diggy! I pack your pipe wit nothin' but bomb

It roll on, like the Power Stripe under your arm

Oh Lord, involge

Massive indo, I'm breakin' the dress code

I ain't rockin' kinda-gos

I just came to get high with Styles

Like my, block D with wider vowels

I'm talking about A, E, I, O, U, my skills already have niggas 'prest

Fuck an interview



[HOOK]

"I get high - high - high - high" (Every day)

"I get high - high - high - high" (Every night)

"I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" (All the time)

"HIGH on your memory..." (Every day)

"I get high - high - high - high" (Every night)

"I get high - high - high - high" (All the time)

"I get high - high - high - high" (*laughing*)

"High-ighhhhhhh..."



[Styles]

I'ma blow it if it's sticky kid (what up!)

I smoke manage jars full a green like Biggy did

My pens my sagare

my bars be serious

You can't fuck wit me dawg, point blank period

I get high and holusenate

A pound cast 6 in New York

But its half in Miami

Nigga move your wait

My dimes be 1 point O's, 20's be 2 point 2's

Bring a snack and some fruit punch too

And you know I [*inhaling smoke*] the purple stuff

I'm so high I can piss on a cloud

And make a bird look up

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