Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg f/ Big Pimpin, Daz Dillinger, The Twinz Album: Death Row's Snoop Doggy Dogg Greatest Hits Song: Too High (Poly High) Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: Big Pimpin] Just another day in the motherfucking neighbourhood A pimp's waking up and he's feeling good Versace to the flow He didn't even mess with the taylor made shit today y'all Smelling good with his reptiles on for sure [Verse One: Snoop Dogg] I'm waking up in the morning, man I'm mourning; what's wrong? My Nigga Corleone gone in my Zoning, but I'm boning, out to school Cause I can't be late, cause they'll lock the gate And it's damn near eight, that's when the bell ring I'm a slide on in, and come right on in And once I bail through the hallways, giving it up Funky fresh stars and khakis, cool living it up What up? - the same shit trying get paid and stay strong Lunchtime, I make my way to get my grub on Ten minutes to one, feeling good like I should for sure Fourth period; walk through the door I'm wreaking and smelling like endo But still the day moves on to 2:44; one minute left to class By Warren G, the Twins and Daz Nate Dogg finna scoop us up in a blue drop top Brouham I hear some bitches from Wilson wanna tag.. along And get up, for the get-down Word got around about the niggaz from the Piddound We keep the whores on point, to join on lit And keep heat discreet, until the shit jump off Well we're all from the side, so we won't ask why So you best get high! [Chorus: X2] Too high, so fly, like Snoop is poly high [Verse Two: Wayniac] See I... took advantage cause I live right next door to the funkhouse, dunkhouse with the whole show Niggaz know how we go; from first 'til four we don't show Lunch and then the last whore It's getting dealt with some melt shit I guess We smoke the Stress, cause my quest wasn't chronic yet Little niggaz growing up with my dogs Cause we pack the hogs, exercise for my balls [Verse Three: Trip Locc] Stacked bigger than I thought it would be Me and the family, working on TV, get paid and fuck their enemy Moving on up, like the Jeffersons but quicker All we think about is finding ways to get richer Hit you like some dodo, got you're begging for more It's a trip, I'm serving on the solo Low blow, I had you feeling me I got some C-O-N-V-O for your community [Verse Four: Daz Dillinger] I'm still in a fast lane state of mind Time is impossible, for me to try to find I'm out of school on the line Hustling here and there, never show no fear Hosted it up on a watch, I posted it up with a glock PCH in atlantic, is what you see just don't panic It's me, Snoop rocks and when my homies get static Got a pistol that blasts like a cannon Look out for when we form at the wall, nigga where you standing? Raise up, realize, street lights magnify Life is giving; don't let it pass you by I'm here and there with the bud, conversating with the drink Shocked in my own zone, got time to think Cause what would I be, if I wasn't who I am Maybe dead or in jail, maybe time'll never tell Approach me wrong and you will get chin checked To disrespect my clique, and you will get dealt with Uhh.. plain and simple, nevertheless with the best shit available Test me now, let me see how brave you are I'm scott free, so it's on like it used to be D-O-G-G P-O-U-N-D G-C, for life, two times 'til I die Oh why, Oh why, life is a challenge when you die? What's the peak for me, is the cash and the strap Since the 2-1-3 days been like that [Chorus: X2] [Outro: Big Pimpin] Feeling very playish, ha.. I mean very plash And the bitches saying: why shouldn't he? Yeah he should; doing what he does and he does it good He goes to work, yeah, he does it good On pavement or dirt, checking the skirt The story of a Pimp's Life, yeah baby You gotta have the stomach for this shit, Hoo weeee To fuck with this, the story of a Pimp's Life Ohh yes baby, honey suckle to a berry Got to check; the traps, got to check the dollars Got a doctorate from the street called: Peace Mack of Diamond Net A scholar with my niggaz from the underground (*Echoes*)