"I Must Be High" lyrics

[South Park Mexican:]
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
Holler, "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 Gs
I'm in jail 'cause I forgot my fuckin' ABCs
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

[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

[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

[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

[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-fucking bitch I see's 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"

[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