[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Where ya been all my life, I need ya bad, I've been searchin' for ya
That good ol' stuff, I can't get enough, you know I been jonesin' for ya
Call me a junky that's sprung
Dopehead instead of rich bum
Young son that's full of that come
Me needs a one and a one
I gotta get'cha what ever it takes
Gotta hit your big ol snizzow flake
I take you how ever you might be
Pack, dollar, pill away
You know you got me feelin' good
Drop top down up in through the hood
Ask me about a whole key
And man I tell ya I wish I could
It's all to the good, I think I'm numb
(?) don't ask for none
Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
I need my medicine
That pulls me oh some nice and slow
Got me some stallion knockin' at the door
Better get ready for a all-nighter
You know how I be when I'm on that blow
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Essence of the blessin's keep me puzzled like enigma
My partner put me down with a stout pound of compress cheeba
My smoke it floats like disco music to nose from mysterious chiefa
On Halloween I pass it out to all the trick or treaters
In 1999 the middle east will come nuclear bomb us
So now Lord Infamous blastin out with Sitting Bull and Pocahontas
Smoke out your lungs and powder your nose
We grabbin' big bushes or sometimes we kick it
We breaking down seeds and we breaking down sticks
And we breaking down cigars and make 'em all stick
Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere
With all da smoke in here eyes are blurry, bloodred, shedding tears
Cops on the right, on the left, to the rear
Scarecrow me keep clouds of smoke flyin' out of me lungs
Me keep these spices sprinkled out like a cajun
Where ya been all my life, I need ya bad, I've been searchin' for ya
That good ol' stuff, I can't get enough, you know I been jonesin' for ya
Call me a junky that's sprung
Dopehead instead of rich bum
Young son that's full of that come
Me needs a one and a one
I gotta get'cha what ever it takes
Gotta hit your big ol snizzow flake
I take you how ever you might be
Pack, dollar, pill away
You know you got me feelin' good
Drop top down up in through the hood
Ask me about a whole key
And man I tell ya I wish I could
It's all to the good, I think I'm numb
(?) don't ask for none
Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
I need my medicine
That pulls me oh some nice and slow
Got me some stallion knockin' at the door
Better get ready for a all-nighter
You know how I be when I'm on that blow
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Essence of the blessin's keep me puzzled like enigma
My partner put me down with a stout pound of compress cheeba
My smoke it floats like disco music to nose from mysterious chiefa
On Halloween I pass it out to all the trick or treaters
In 1999 the middle east will come nuclear bomb us
So now Lord Infamous blastin out with Sitting Bull and Pocahontas
Smoke out your lungs and powder your nose
We grabbin' big bushes or sometimes we kick it
We breaking down seeds and we breaking down sticks
And we breaking down cigars and make 'em all stick
Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere
With all da smoke in here eyes are blurry, bloodred, shedding tears
Cops on the right, on the left, to the rear
Scarecrow me keep clouds of smoke flyin' out of me lungs
Me keep these spices sprinkled out like a cajun
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