RZA - So High (G-13) (feat. Timbo King) Lyrics
{*sampled woman singing "So High" in backgroundthroughout whole track*[Intro: ??? (RZA)]Yeah son, 36 dirty(Smoked out.. oh.. smokin.. smokin)Oh, yeah man, It's Not a Game sonYo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it backWe gotta bring them ten of them, nahI'msayin?And don't forget that Remy with the.. (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean?And that big booty *****es with it ripped offWith the jiggles on, knowI'msayin?Yeah bring some big women and smoke itGet high over here, knowI'msayin? (Smokin)Straight like that babyLet them niggaz know what's up Ra[RZA]BZZZZ..Killa Bee will sting, blitz from the sticky greenI had the chocolate thai mixed with the G-13From the supercali-fragalistic twistedThroat dry as brownies, I had to sip a MysticCalled up Johnny Blaze cuz I know he like to smokeHe said for migraine headaches weed be the anti-doteBrown bags got more seeds than a cantaloupeNorthern Lights have you runnin like wild antelopesSeen through a microscope, crystallized T.H.C.I mix mine with the Digi soaked in minty leafAnd I puff.. puff and I smoke the smoke{*coughs three times* ..but I didn't choke[Timbo King]Blaze up, and let's smoke 'til we hazed upWhat you drinkin? Lemonade or Henny straight up?Super-high mother*****er, nigga, Wake UpAnd cop a bag of that good shitEh-yo, dip that shit, nigga, one pull and passSmoke 'til ya lungs collapse and hit ya ass'Dro, evergreen, ever seen seeds?No, you never seen trees like theseBudded, with the crystal studdedI'm blunted with the pistol, shut itKeep smokin.. {*inhales* super-high niggaI'm whino real, fifty sack of that good shitFrom the hood shitGot the Remy on my side 'til death do usEyes low, breath smellin like hydroI'm high yo, up in the Tahoe bumpin FaithKeep gats like G's son, just in caseBlackjack Las Vegas, we puff God shivegasHigh outta my mind, forgot what today isIt's Bo King blunted, chokin on the ArizonaSmoke scream effects, smell the green marijuana{*inhales*[Outro: ??? (Timbo King)]So High girl, Ohwee (Uh, good shit, good shit)So High, So High, uh(We got yo nostrils flaired smokin on the chocolate)Ah.. Killa Bee drama.. look at the chick yo she high..Yeah.. I'm gettin all that babyI'm only gon' get ya high one timeSeen? Yeah, we gon' get you high over hereNahI'msayin? Mix some of this CognacMix it back baby, get some realy tonic hereStraight up G mackin up in here babyBlack dust on the road with this.. flowGoin on and on, didn't I try to tell ya?Yeah, straight up Wu-Tang babyNigga, knowI'msayin? Umm-hmmThis is what you need, I'm So High girlI just wanna lay a little guerilla back on a sweetback babyThat's what I'm tryin to tell ya, umm-hmm
