PSA Drugfest 2003 (Sleeveless Minks) Quelle Chris

[Verse 1]
This town ain't the right size for you and I
Six million ways to fly, who's tryna die?
The moon got a dark side, I know a guy
Who mix up a spliff like witches with newt eye
Cocktails unlike the Tom Cruise kind
Inhale, choke up like a high noose tied
I'm too down, like the blue towel
Alice the white rabbit and a white owl, ow
Couple hits'll put your lights out, ciao
Some white boys bringing the pipes out, wow
Spark L's like dude, gettin' the Dell
For what they sell in the tubes, many sit in a cell
Cottonmouth, moving like Rochelle Farrell
Hit the harvest with clippers like Sam Cassell
Word to Dewey Cox, you won't get hooked, ahk
Laced or dip, that shit turn your eyes Fetty Wap
When that shit got lame, we spiced up the game
Brought out the blades and lined up cocaine
Prefer it off white, but albinos, okay
To balance out the jump, we rolled it up Js
Honey had the stylish chain with the scoop
Four troop packed in the stall like the coupe
Spontaneous interludes in the nude like Luke
Musta been the X that made them look cute
No peer pressure, this campaign's grassroots
Squad members hailin' from the top to the bottom