A little high belongs to you . . .   - Yeah, getting high off the soup, (drink it up)   A little high belongs to me . . .   - Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop, (sip it down)   A little high belongs to you . . .   - A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic, (take it easy)   A little high belongs to me . . .   - With just a touch of oregano . . .      Now everybody's funking but they don't know how   They wasn't down back when the bull funked the cow   But the chest of the cow was vestless   So the stank from the D-thang bang left the breathless   Oregano flow   Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no   Reason: its the season for the lovely flow:   The 'D', we're sick enough of stress, let it go   Now follow as I slip into the butter melody   This is the part I take your heart and leave your vision blurry   So try to focus on my dope   And I suggest you invest in a telescope;   As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to your television   Catch a look just like a hooker catch j-izm   Even with bifocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though   As I flavour up this vide' like oregano:   Slinging them nouns and verbs   You couldn't see me with binoculars   I guess I'm kind of different cause I do love them hoes   Only not the same way that I love my niggaroes   Cause I love it when they say something fly   The ill caps make me laugh till I cry   Some fries and some freaks and it's on, all night long   I love to see my homies living strong   But that cook with the cloudy cookbook    rained salt on another brother's sunny day   I wonder are we really happy here with this lonely G game we play      A little high belongs to you . . .   - Yeah, getting high off the soup, (drink it up)   A little high belongs to me . . .   - Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop, (sip it down)   A little high belongs to you . . .   - A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic, (take it easy)   A little high belongs to me . . .   - With just a touch of oregano . . .      Now everybody's looking but they cannot see   The 'D' because we're future and we're too slippery   You know we're coming with oregano flow   Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no   Reason it's the season for the lovely flow:   The 'D', we're sipping off the stress, let it go, let it go      Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loops . . .   Oregano, baby, oregano      A little high belongs to you . . .   - Yeah, my soup'll get you high, (drink it up)   A little high belongs to me . . .   - Top rhyming's how we're coming, bye-bye   A little high belongs to you . . .   A little high belongs to me . . .