T-Mix - Must Be High lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Ren] These n***as be acting like I f**ed and didn't call them for weeks Like they wanting a n***a dick in between they bu*t cheeks They staight b**hy, without their bleedin' and Kotexes The villain that go to Texas n***a got a plan full of O's and X's What's your game plan? n***as be saying you sabotaging me But your b**h be s**ing my dick, she be telling me that you dodging me Like Piazza, a n***a gots ta, keep my roster with b**hes sliding home No licking your sh**, your b**h is gone n***as be thinkin' they Makaveli, trying to bring drama Soon as these n***as whoop that a**, you talking Dear Mama... But face to face, these n***as be cheesing like Velveeta Lookin smoked out, hiting more pipes than Peter Stuck with broke hoes, broke days and bay-bays Pussies that they be f**ing, used up and sideways Stretck marks for days, she about two-hun Gotta get pissy drunk, to f** her and have fun [Hook] These n***as and hoes act the same, can't tell thm apart Always runnin around, looking for some sh** to start These b**hes run they mouth n***a, constantly All in mine, n***a all the time It ain't my faul that your punk a** broke Mad, cause you only got stress to smoke I heard that sh** that you was plotting, n***a you can try To f** with MC Ren, but you must be high [Verse 2: MC Ren] n***as be high because they workin 9 to 5 But the Villain be hibernatin' Wakin up at 5 PM You see them n***as be b**hy Because I won't let them up on my team And give them a title like Hakeem, I'm peeling caps like tangerines Telling n***as I should break them off chips Get them in clubs free, and take them on trips Free loading a** n***as lose all they sense When they think they gone floss off my expense n***as be going corner to corner, bringing up the bill Asking questions like the popos, trying to see if I made a mill Then they take that weak sh** back to they home for pillow talk She shaking her head like you telling the truth But she want your a** to walk What the f** you expected? Always b**hing at me When she f**ing your a**, n***a she be seeing me Go look in the room, a costume for halloween Of that black n***a you know who so you can live your dream [Hook] [Verse 3: MC Ren] I hear your ho punk b**hes talking sh**, trying to have some say Tellin'fother hoes they wouldn't give me no time of day Still living with they mommy, she babysitting while you f**ing Getting county cheques and money from them n***as that you dick s**ing But n***a, why these b**hes all in mine? Why, n***a, hearin bullsh** all the time? Hoes from high school be wishing they coulda got with this dick You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, muthaf**ing tricks Now these hoes jocking, like all up on my style You broke b**hes, how you like me now? Acting like making cheese is a muthaf**ing crime If I said, "Drop your panties", b**h you drop them in a dime [Hook]