Too High (Poly High)

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Pimpin] Just another day in the motherfuckin' neighborhood A pimp's wakin' up and he's feelin' good Versace to the floor He didn't even mess with the tailor made shit today, y'all Smellin' good with his reptiles on for sure [Snoop Dogg] I'm wakin' up in the mornin', man I'm mournin' (What's wrong?) My nigga Corleone gone in my zonin' But I'm bonin' out to school Cuh, I can't be late 'cause they'll lock the gate And it's damn near eight and that's when the bell ring I'm a slide on in and come right on in Now as I bail through the hallways, givin' it up Funky fresh stars and khakis, cool livin' it up, what up? The same shit tryna get paid and stay strong Lunchtime, I make my way to get my grub on Ten minutes to one, feelin' good like I should for sure Fourth period, walk through the door I'm wreakin' and smellin' like indo (Indo) But still the day moves on to 2:44; one minute left to class Spot Warren G (What's up?), The Twinz, and Daz (Haha) 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 'bout the niggas from the Piddound We keep the hoes on point (Mhm), 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] Too high, so fly, mashin' through Poly High Too high, so fly, mashin' through Poly High [Wayniac] See I... took advantage 'cause I live right next door To the funkhouse, dunkhouse with the whole show Niggas know how we go; from first 'til four, we don't show Lunch and then the last ho Is gettin' dealt wit' some melt shit I guess We smoke the stress, 'cause my quest wasn't chronic yet Little niggas growin' up wit' my dogs 'Cause we pack the hogs, exercise for my balls [Trip Locc] Stacked bigger than I thought it would be Me and the family, workin' on TV, get paid and fuck they enemy Moving on up like the Jeffersons, but quicker All we think about is findin' ways to get richer Hit you like some dodo, got you're beggin' for more It's the Trip, I'm servin' on the solo Low blow, I had you feelin' me I got some C-O-N-V-O for yo' community [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 and on the line Hustlin' here and there, never show no fear Posted it up on a watch, I posted it up wit' a Glock P-C-H in Atlantic is where you see us, don't panic It's me, Snoop rocks and where my homies be standin' Got a pistol that blasts like a cannon Look out for when we form at the wall Nigga, where you standin'? Raise up, realize, street lights magnify Life is given; don't let it pass you by I'm here and there with the bud, conversatin' 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 wit' Plain and simple, nevertheless with the best shit available Test me now, let me see how brave you are I'm scot 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's 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] Too high, so fly, mashin' through Poly High Too high, so fly, mashin' through Poly High [Outro: Big Pimpin] Feelin' very playish, haha, I mean very player-ish 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-wee To fuck wit' 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 cold Piece Mack of Diamond Net A scholar with my niggas from the underground