Marilyn Rylander - High So High lyrics

[South Park Mexican (Marilyn Rylander in background)] (Verse 1) I'm a roll '84's til them hoes start clackin' Put 'em on they bang, got 'em askin', "What happened?" (What happened) Homie was crackin', it's good to be back See me on the slab in 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'm a vet And you still a trainee Ballin' daily with my green lady She asked him what have I done for her lately I'm a Dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me Caught her by the hand and told her, "Don't get happy" (Don't get happy) Still sport Khakis, got the savvy yola Mister High Roller, movin' Coca Cola While I stay Chorus: [Marilyn] High so high Reachin' for the sky [SPM] Reachin' for the sky [Marilyn] High so high Please don't blow my high [SPM] Please don't blow my high (Verse 2) I feel off the wagon, Dickies still saggin' Blow more smoke than Puff, the Dragon (Dragon) Choppin' big thangs, but you never hear me braggin' Pick your chick up, and it's gonna be a stabbin Haters get mad and don't want my autograph Let me hear you rap, man, I promise not to laugh {*Marilyn laughing*} 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 hustler Never caught sleepin' Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin' Ain't gonna quit til you haters stop breathin' And I stay Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Who said money didn't grow on trees I came up slangin' them cocoa leaves Many stories 'bout territories At the Dope House, we don't call the police Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze I got no love for you studio G's (No love) I buy four Jeeps and I wear 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 (Where you come) All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us I run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers Got nothin' for us Listen to my chorus While I sit back and blaze up a damn forest Stayin' so Repeat Chorus Twice {with variations} [South Park Mexican (Marilyn Rylander)] Ha ha Mr. SPM Uh (Hey) And you know it don't stop (Oh yeah, oh yeah) For all my player partners (High so) Dope House baby (High so, I'm so, high) We don't quit, hun We ain't goin' nowhere (Yeah) {*Marilyn harmonizing*} Man