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!
