Now I’m High, Really High Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
The Indo's creating illusions
The substance infesting, my brain cells is causing confusion
I picture Teflon in slow motion
It's piercing through flesh, and continues to cruising
Wait, think straight, don't haste, pace, penetrate
Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of the 6-double-X-6?
Demonically elegant elements?
A manic, depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit
Trickory, hickory, dickory dock
I smoke top notch bud crop, drop
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
Because that green power flower got much love
I tell you don't fuck with the Triple 6, mane
'Cause you know that we on them drugs
Damn, I'm going off with this blunt, outer space rock
Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth