Now I’m High Pt. 2 DJ Paul (Ft. Gangsta Boo, Koopsta Knicca & Playa Fly)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, (Smoked out)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, (Smoked out)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, (Smoked out)
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six
Triple Six, (Smoked out)
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, now I'm high
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Ho, why these bitches quick to jump to get they motherfuckin' head bump?
I popped my trunk and then I blast them trizzicks with my pump
Here because of the shit that a nigga had committed when I hit 'em from the night before
'Cause then I sworn, I had to take them buster to the morgue
So sweat this low, I have to go out like Charles Manson
The Koopsta committin' evil sins with the mind of Satan
A motherfuckin' hard lead, nervous in the head, and yeah, it's gonna be another nigga dead
Twistin' on my dreads while I'm loadin' up my milli' rounds, so we can gonna spray and buck these buster bitches down
Oh, 'cause I'm really, really tired of hearin' babbage shit, so let me hit them tricks and label this the crucifix
The Koopsta's from the Ville, where the Devil shit for real
My type of killer leave you burnin' in the cornfield
Because your God got you niggas thinkin' you damn hard
I break you apart and have a ritual in the fuckin' park