Where ya been

All of my life

I need ya bad

I've been searchin' for ya

That good ol' stuff

I can't get enough

You know I've been yoanin' (yearnin') for ya

Call me a drunkie that's wrong

Don't play it instead of rich bone

Young son that's full of that come

We needs a one and a one

I gotta get'cha what ever it takes

Gotta hit your bis o

Soon as I 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 goody-good

I think enough

Still like screamin' on after none

Give me that razor that plate the lazer man

I need my medicine

That pulles me oh some nice and slow

Get him some stand lookin' out the door

Better get ready for all night

You know how we wanna moan and blow



Escence up the blessin'

Keep me puzzled like enigma

My partner put me down

Where I start pound

The cop is cheaper

My smoke and flows like mystical music

And know someone screamin' is chiefa

On Holloween

I pass it out to all the trick or treaters

in 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers

So now Lord Infamous blessin' I was sitting bull

And poke the hunters

Smoke out your lungs

And powder your nose

We grabbin' big bitches

Or sometimes we kick it

We breakin' the season

We breakin' our streets in

We breakin' out sick cause I make em' up stick

Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere

Without the smoke hit eyes

So blury blur vision and tears

Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear

Scarecrow me keyed plus

The smoke flyin' out of me lungs

Me keep these (??)

Sprinkled down little kids gum



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Gimme some of that good stuff

Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special

Gimme somethin' that'll do it

Do it, Put my mind to it

Until we get high



I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean)

Good stuff for that light green

Everytime you see me

Eyes are red but still I'm on my p's

Smokin' gettin' motivated

Just chillin' with nuthin' but playas

Hatin' as I can be

Relaxed and bumpin' some Johnny Taylor

Feelin' good as hell

It's so swell

High, this stuff has got me goosed up

Got me wantin' some good lovin'

So I call my shorty

Baby, baby some and give it to me, give it to me right

Come in with the quickness

Got you speachless to this freaky night

Still I'm stayin' bout it

Never hate wit bustas

So can you see

Solo never sucka

Always catch me with the prophet p

Gone remain his lady

Kinda crazy

So don't test me

I will buck your bro down

When that good stuff got me in disquise



What you got down in your trunk

Nothin' but good stuff

Knowin' this funk

Guaranteed to keep you up

Make you hyper super crunk

Let me know on what you need

I'm cuttin' up gears

Come shock with me

Your partner used to pluck you twice

I'm giving out samples

And it's free

Package deals from state to state

The ice cream man

Who deliver that cake

You wanna get a piece

To shake

The bigger the plate

The bigger the blade

The thicker the cheese

The more you can take

On and on gotta keep that pace

From scene to scene

Supplyin' that D

Some of that pure

Not none of that dank

It's over solder

Dodge their forty

Get with the man if you want to get bloated

Just like taking a sniff of roses

This lil sniff

They roll it up all night to the early mornin'

Constantly movin' now for yawnin'

Burnin' my people on every pay phone

And allow that good stuff

Surper (??)



I be like Indo in

Don't go hollow what your friend

Plus have them twins

The henn and a bunch of bird shit

Swith your man

So I can get into the groove

And he whos cool can't

Juicy's constantly speakin' at me though

He ain't sayin' nothin'

Man he may be the crunkin'

that funny

Or the super bionic

Sick here wanna sit here

Fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin'

Is it the squish

I cannot remember

Yes sir it's understood

Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of somethin' good



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