
How High (Remix) Method Man & Redman
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[Intro]
[Erick Sermon] Latest record? You stole it from somebody else
[Redman] Takin' it from the top?
[Erick Sermon] Hell yeah, we takin' it from the top
[Redman] Tippy? All my people
[Method Man] Sing it, daddy
[Redman] Hey, uh
Fly Robin Fly...
Fly Robin Fly...
Fly Robin Fly...
Up, up to the sky
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful for of rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticallion, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing projects, I represent yo Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, Apocalypse Now, the gun blaow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down
[Verse 2: Redman]
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggas hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me wide
Messin' with them is a straight suicide
[Erick Sermon] Latest record? You stole it from somebody else
[Redman] Takin' it from the top?
[Erick Sermon] Hell yeah, we takin' it from the top
[Redman] Tippy? All my people
[Method Man] Sing it, daddy
[Redman] Hey, uh
Fly Robin Fly...
Fly Robin Fly...
Fly Robin Fly...
Up, up to the sky
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful for of rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticallion, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing projects, I represent yo Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, Apocalypse Now, the gun blaow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down
[Verse 2: Redman]
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggas hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me wide
Messin' with them is a straight suicide
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