Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my man
my people Sing it daddy How high, high Take my mind Where it never gone before [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] the ultimate high, baby The ultimate high
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my man
Tradução: Method Man. How High (Remix).
bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky Verse Five: Method Man Til my man Raider
a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky Verse Five: Method Man Til my man
body hits the ground Clearly she's affected by the Q-Tip method Her gem above the shirt is the {? } of her heart How much you wanna bet more than her bra is wet How
underside, the train Do not touch, I'm high voltage like the third electric Emergency phones needed in every tunnel for this murder method You're dealin
Ha ha, the remix (5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich,
feelin' me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man
go In the land before time, a land before altar boys Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme the method
(Intro) Haha, re-re-remix, bitch! (Throw me that fire!) We creepin' in, too, baby! (We got 5 on errything, man) We got uhh, Lavel (Shaggy!) We got uhh
