Mr. 3-2 - So High lyrics

(*talking*) Southside, the land of milk and honey baby Real n***as getting money baby, respect that [Hook: Z-Ro] I'm so high, weed in my lungs Switchblades and guns, n***as don't want none I'm so high, cause I got a sack of that sh** Flipping and tripping, 15's beating in the back of that b**h I'm so high, n***a that's what's up I'm strolling the cut, Dickie suits and all black Chuck's I'm so high, I'm on a money making mission Navigating a Expedition, side panels full of chickens [H.A.W.K.] Money by the tons, weed in my lungs Switchblades and guns, n***as don't want none This is the Thirty, the land of the birdy Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty You heard me, yeah we get that do' Sell out and resco', and then get some mo' And also, we spit that amazing flow Ask me what I'm hitting fo', I want ten a show [Hook] [Mr. 3-2] I'm so high so gone, floating up in a zone Discombobulated, I barely made it to my home I'm known to po' up, and blow funky tobacca' Packing a click-clacker, just in case somebody act up Back up and give me space, cause I can't concentrate If I ain't blowing sticky, or sipping some skee taste Chasing that dollar bill, in this life that's too beautiful n***as that got k**ed, they dreams'll be fulfilled Still I can't cope, without finding some of that dope On the hottest block of my town, hollin' f** the po-po On 4-4's I'm still swanging, banging up out the lot Heated with plastic Glocks, what you boys talking bout It don't stop till I'm gone, and my heart stop beating Until then I'm thugging, here bobbing and weaving Beating and getting money, supporting my own habit So b**h stay out my bidness, or I'mma let you have it [Hook] [Ben] I'm out here slanging caine, trying to get major pay Like razor blades I'll make a cut, any way I post up I got the pyrex clicking, whipping these hoes up Call me the come back kid, these fiends go nuts Fo' years I done that bid, yeah I'm back on track I re'd up, spend a stack on crack I'm V'd up, you see the Lac on black rims My styrofoam cup, filled up rolling bats off sacks I'm on the grind, getting scratch all day But the MAC'll make em get back, I'm squeezing aiming at bald fades Money longer than Snoop Dogg braids, that's what I'm after man This residue, inside the gla** for grams Hit the pavement, then I stash the grands I'm thinking of owning a big house, copping ma**ive land I done pulled the trigga once, and I'll blast again I'm all for the do' I'm hauling the snow, I get it and go [Hook] (*Dez*)