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!
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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!
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