High Come Down

Ooh, you make my high come down (Chico and Coolwadda) Ooh, you make my high come down (This from that sudden impact number 5) (Wild in the motherfuckin' West comin' at ya real soon) You make my high come all the way down (That Chico and Coolwadda shit) Ooh, you make my high come down (For the homey DJ A.P.) Hit the coast with a sudden impact Royals in the eight-pack, zip in the zip-pack Heat packed for the whole trip Niggas don't emcee, they just say they do until I spit Shit, get lifted with blunts, snap once Pssh, limit the bounce like bad bungee jumps Parallel on the hunt for the chips Flash, make 'em walk with it pointed on ya hip Fuck it though, that's me, who is you? I'm down with Dirty Jerks and R.C. and A.P. But who's you? [unverified] and [unverified] to the rest Niggas seem to have a vendetta on the West Serve ya Ghost Rider 'cause ya not versin' The scouting report says hot person So watch who you fuckin' with You fuckin' up my high little bitch Ooh, you make my high come down Ooh, you make my high come down You make my high come all the way down Ooh, you make my high come down Gotta slang this 'cause I'm a carry out my due Chico hood's the chipper, chip with chrome buster Fucked for pickin' up the phone Brothers used to smoke that blunt But now they choke that blunt Like a boner back fuckin' bitches and hos [unverified] See me in the breeze underneath the palm trees Holla at you now please spit it from the throat This West side neighborhood I'm a low Now A.P. if you ever need some get back Call me, I'll make sure it get back Catch a flight, pssh catch 'em in the night Parallel double barrels, smoke it right In fact the impact gon' be sudden Five times bloke all through his buttons Please believe said trip you'll receive An exit out the universe on me Ooh, you make my high come down Ooh, you make my high come down You make my high come all the way down Ooh, you make my high come down My Bible wouldn't a been preached I been the beast, I been the prey Parallel park in here and get towed away Stowed away in the back of the trunk where the tool be Fools be actin' like I won't bust this uzi Cool he proves me, over yonder In that little white Honda Civic They thought that street shit Well, then I can get delirious Let me know here, pivot post Them chipper niggas end up close I bust the uzi, you can bust one Must've brought your high to get you on one Chico so you know I'm on one And when they scatter and roll Hop out the cut with the pump shotgun Just in case I got to come on y'all like eight minutes Ride for the chips parallel 'til we finish Rearrange rap with the rare raw flow Not feelin' y'all bringin' down my hydro Ooh, you make my high come down Ooh, you make my high come down You make my high come all the way down Ooh, you make my high come down Just hit the East side, fuckin' up the LBC I don't associate with haters, my motherfuckin' gangstas be Just hit the dope spot, just picked up some bomb-ass weed Man I'll holla at you later, I'm about to hit these trees As sure as my game is tight, just spotted a real dime piece I thought my day could not be greater, that's about the time I peeped There go Mister John-in-law all in my rear view The next thing I heard was sirens, tell me what am I to do? Ooh, you make my high come down Ooh, you make my high come down You make my high come all the way down Ooh, you make my high come down