Part II

[Intro: Redman & Method Man]

Yo, yo

Yo, ladies and gentlemen

We got Toni Braxton up in the house

So high that I can kiss the sky, bitch

We live up in here, y'all

Let's get high, yeah

Let's get

Let's get, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Tical shittin' again, spittin' to win

Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him

Yes, indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease

These dirty rats want extra cheese

On that piece of the pie

Now ask me "How high?", I'll tell you "Reach for the sky"

Blame the Crooked Letter I

That's my home, 23's wrapped in chrome

Not only snap on y'all niggas but I'll snap them bones

Clap your dome, make you leave that crack alone

You got the key to the city but the latch is on?

I gots it locked, bringin' the noise, bringin' the funk

Doctor Spock, bringin' my boys, bringin' you lungs

Pop the Glock, but only if you feel this shit

Jack the Ripper; don't make me have to kill this bitch

Back to get ya, put it in check, that's the Mista

Meth with his foot on your neck, shut your lips up

[Chorus: Toni Braxton, Method Man & Redman]

I, I get so high

Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba

I can touch the sky

You're so high that I can kiss the sky

I, I get so high

Brick City to The Crooked Letter I

High, high, high, high (Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

[Verse 2: Redman, Method Man]

You can call on the man when the party is borin'

I'll have these hoes strippin' 'til it's part of the mornin'

I love a fat chick with a body enormous

It ain't about the weight, yo, it's how they performin'

My dash is 180, my weed half a pound

When the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds

I don't stash the dro, nigga, divide

I'm that nigga that ride with a trigger to give a supply

High is how I stay all the time

(Niggas, close your doors)

Yo, bitches, shut all your blinds

If I'm hard to find, take two puffs and pass

I stay back, but my Benz moved up a class

It's Doc and Meth, the format is real sickenin'

Contagious, we out for Mr. Biggs' women

You better shut your trap when my dogs around

We pissin' on fire hydrants, so walk around, bitch

[Chorus: Toni Braxton, Method Man & Redman]

I, I get so high

Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba

I can touch the sky

You're so high that I can kiss the sky

I, I get so high

Brick City to The Crooked Letter I

High, high, high, high (Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Mista Method Man, puttin' in work, foot in the dirt

Like it's all good, roll through your hood, pushin' a hearse

I wish y'all would come around like Clint Eastwood

As if you're reppin' your hood in my neck of the woods

Street gorillas in the PJ's, grimy bitch

I wear the same shit for three days, find me lit

Blunt sparks like Phillippi

Fuck the he say, the she say

Adjust the microphone, plus the cliché

[Verse 4: Redman]

Yo, call me the Bob Backlund

I'll break backs on hoes that look like Toni Braxton

Come run with these bony masked men

I'm out the gutter, I'm out to send your baby mother

Out for rubbers, we fuckin' tonight

Bitches wanna crowd around, how I'm cuffin' the mic

I'm a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe

‘Cause I'm a real block winner, the Doc inna

Bitch, one of my balls bigger than the Epcot Center

[Chorus: Toni Braxton, Method Man & Redman]

I, I get so high

Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba

I can touch the sky

You're so high that I can kiss the sky

I, I get so high

Brick City to The Crooked Letter I

High, high, high, high (Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

I, I get so high

Smoke cheeba cheeba, smoke cheeba cheeba

I can touch the sky

You're so high that I can kiss the sky

I, I get so high

Brick City to The Crooked Letter I

High, high, high, high (Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get)

[Outro: Toni Braxton]

I, I get so high

I can touch the sky

I, I get so high

High, high, high