Letras:
Spice 1 I M High

I'ma bank on your bitch ass I'm high, I'm high And I'm high, I'm high I'm high, I'm high I'm high, I'm high I'm high, I'm high Said, "I'm high",

the switches and rollin bats up With some niggaz who don't want to put the gats up I'm high til I kick the bucket Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin and I

know that they fuckin wit a G? (Rat-a-tat) I'm goin to sleep but wit my eyes open I'm gettin high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin Go to the

I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic

, hoe, I'm just a freak Heard about the way you throw that thang She said, Marquis, I know your game I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What

the real feel I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm

the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high speed But still don't tap the B.B.s I'm

the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high speed But still don't tap the B.B.s I'm

? Goin' through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis While others bow down, Percival, Cyrus I'm