[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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