Letras
Oooh, you make my high, come down
Oooh, you make my high come down (Chico & Coolwadda)
You make my high come all the way, down
Oooh, you make my high come down (all day, everyday- heroin)
Just hit the eastside
Of the fuckin' L.B.C
I don't associate with haters
Motherfuckin' gangstas we
Just hit the dope
Spot
Just picked up some bomb ass weed
Man, I'll holla at you later
I'm about to hit these streets
As sure as my game is tight
Just spotted a real dime piece
I thought my day could not be greater
That's about the time I peeped
There go Mr. John N. Law
All in my rear view
The next thing I heard was sirens
Tell me, what am I to do?
Oooh, you make my high, come down
Oooh, you make my high come down
You make my high come all the way, down
Oooh, you make my high come down
Ay
Can I get a pass for that?
Tryin' to be in the back, where the stars is at
Seems like everybody got they shovels
Diggin' C&C
But you messin' with my high levels
Felt by devils
And blue dresses
To big booty ghetto ones
Heavy Metal ones
One
Actin' like that we don't pass it around
Hope you got a sack, girl, cause you bringin' me down
Slow motion on the blue court
Like I'm on a tight rope
Kid
Can't I spark it?
Flash, flash
The whole world's a ash tray, flick it on the dash
Then I parallel every car that pass
Ugh
Whoodie got that hash
Nate got more than an eight
That Dogg got Pounds in his safe
Don't it feel safe?
Between heaven and space?
Git these fucking weirdos out my face
Oooh, you make my
High, come down
Oooh, you make my