I Must Be High

Lyrics

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla, "Fuck the world" with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a prince's You can keep the Lexus 'cause I got two Benzes I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines 'Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro Click and clack my semi-auto 'cause I'm trying to see tomorrow Bought a condo for my top ho 'cause she workin' that taco It's the top-selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe TV screens, margarita machines with street marines Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings If it means anything this for all my G's I'm in jail 'cause I forgot my fuckin' ABC's Another DWI, drunk and fucking high I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell III And that's my word I'ma swang, I'ma swerve I'ma park and scrape the curb [Chorus: Russell Lee] Why when I'm not high does my life feel like it's missin' something? I know that I must be high so that I can function Why when I'm not high does my life feel like it's missin' something? I know that I must be high so that I can function [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] I'ma use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious No matter where I go, I meet a bunch of horny bitches Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons Fuck 'em so good they wake up and wash dishes The food was delicious; bacon, eggs, and biscuits No French kisses and no hippopotamuses I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me As I represent Houston like word to damn Whitney I'ma get 'em when I get 'em I loved 'em and I fed 'em Live in peace, I ain't gon' let 'em, when I see 'em I'ma wet 'em Shut 'em down like D-Town and my homie Ackavelie Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy My drink is thick as jelly; I love my shit muddy Four of us in this bitch and we gon' do them boys ugly Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lying in a puddle Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle [Chorus: Russell Lee] Why when I'm not high does my life feel like it's missin' something? I know that I must be high so that I can function Why when I'm not high does my life feel like it's missin' something? I know that I must be high so that I can function [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I walks in the club, all grabbing on my dick as the police officers pattin' down my click They say my bandana breaks the dress code Every fine fuckin', bitch I sees my ex-hoe I'm hoggin' and I'm doggin', creepin' and I'm crawlin' Believe me, this my callin', it's time to do you all in Everybody jump-jump, boys trip, what-what Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum Slangin' slam or the rocks up in no man's land Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am The rope around my neck is just danglin' and janglin' Sometime I smoke the rain and get wetter than a penguin Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal, mys nigga? Hook like "Johnny" Tapia, it's Dopehouse living prosperous I tip my waitress, and she can't stop saying, "Gracias" [Chorus: Russell Lee] Why when I'm not high does my life feel like it's missin' something? I know that I must be high so that I can function Why when I'm not high does my life feel like it's missin' something? I know that I must be high so that I can function