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Артист: South park mexicanНазвание : High So HighДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap spm latin south park mexican hip hop Видео:
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First Verse: [SPM] I`ma roll 84`s til` them hoes start clackin Put `em on they back and got `em askin` "What happened?" Homie was crackin`, it`s good to be back See me on the slab with a beautiful `llac If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya And I bet fifty G`s on my boy De La Hoya Tryin` to stay free with the loot they pay me Boy I`ma vet and you still a trainee Ballin` daily with my green lady She asked what have I done for her lately? I`ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me Caught her by the hand and told her "Don`t get happy" Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola While I stay... Chorus (Marilyn Rylander) High so high.....reachin` for the sky High so high.....please don`t blow my high Second Verse (SPM): I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon Choppin` big things, but you never hear me braggin Pick your chick up and it`s gonna be a stabbin Haters get mad and they want my autograph Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half Sold out on the cut, now it`s time to call a cab Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice What they hittin` for? Come out with Little Joe Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four? Let`em go, let`em go, boys start leavin Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin Bobbin` and weavin`, still block bleedin` Ain`t gonna quit til` you haters stop breathin` And I stay Chorus Third Verse (SPM): Who said money didn`t grow on trees? I came up slangin` them coca leaves Many stories about territories At the Dopehouse, we don`t call the Police Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze Got no love for you studio G`s I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash But what the Hell is money if you got no peace? Homies in the back and they ready to attack And we don`t go to clubs where you can`t wear your hat Homie where you at? Represent, where you from? Land of Dum-Dum where you don`t dare to come All you jealous boys is tryin` to destroy us Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers Got nothin` for us, listen to my chorus While I sit back and blaze a damned forest Stayin` so... Chorus (2x) (SPM) Mr. S-P-M And you know it don`t stop... For all my playa partners Dopehouse baby, We don`t quit...we ain`t goin` nowhere, MAN! | Похожие исполнители:
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