Artist: Mr. 3-2 f/ Jason Perry, Spice 1 Album: Fatt Domino Song: So High Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Man, I'm higher than a bitch ya feel It go down, got this bad lil' som'ing some'ing Riding with me, she can't blow without weed [Hook: Jason Perry] I get so high-high I get so high-high-high I get so high-high-high I get so high-high-high [Mr. 3-2] I stay high like the cost of living, dro'd out That monkey on my back, bad habits gotta stop Overdose, and my tolerance high Can't tell me nothing, cause I'm feeling real fly No seeds or sticks, fluffy like popcorn Firing a parillo, early in the morn' Born to get money, Fatt Domino a fool Getting high on your own supply, ain't cool See boys off note, messing off they skull money Ain't no party packs, can't get nothing from me Ain't showing that I got, from my old school partna And the price sealed up, that I bought from the doctor It's all I need, to let my mind drift And to make me some love, to a fat ass spliff I trip never fall, got to maintain On point on note, just me and Mary Jane [Hook] [Spice 1] Chronic smoke flows, chrome 24's and dro And my rims still spinning, when I stop at the sto' Catch me and Mary Jane, wrapped up in menage-tois With a chocolate filly, man I be getting so high I smoke with a bong pipe, blunt or even zig-zags Watch my girl stripping, blow the smoke up her ass Blow, rub my hand on your thigh and tongue kiss ya Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking sweet as a swisha Then, me and you gon' get high tonight Have sex smoke chronic, feeling fly as a kite From hash one to chief, to the blueberry chronic Let me see if my nigga Juvenile, got five on it Man it's Eastbay love, let's roll up a be-legiter Stick two blunts together, make a one hitter quitter But I can never quit, puffing this sticky green shit Catch me blowing chronic smoke, in the face of my pit [Hook] [Mr. 3-2] Niggaz never chip in, but always got they hands out Ducking a nigga dosha, and never drop out On H2O, with a big cup of mud Bout to pop some pills, 'fore I get my dick sucked Turning the corner, while my a.c. blow On 84's, about to resco' I smoke to free, or make my broad sell cock Another side of my hustle, while I break down blocks On a gallon of Patron, getting a little tipsy Behind the wheel, still doing a buck fifty Blow smoke out my nose, staying in the rearview Slow motion, stuck like super glue Mr. 3-2, stay gone on good With some'ing real jazzy, riding through the neighborhood Yeah baby it's a daily thang, in my life Stay lifted up, like a lil' cloud of kite [Hook - 2x]