Coolio

Coolio - Smokin Stix songtekst

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Alright alright  alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin out
 from
 Compton  California  gonna tell you all about his experiment with a
 drug
 called Stix. That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm
 those
 niggas down in...ha  those black guys down in Compton.
 *guy toking up*
 Yo stop that!
 Hook (x2):
 Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
 Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?
 Verse 1:
 Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit
 of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip
 Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane
 flyin high inside my brain
 You know karate, I no rizzeign
 Try to beat me down I feel no pain
 Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker
 Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker
 Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy
 Down for mine that's the way mama raised me
 Summertime we freak in the heat
 Butt naked in the middle of the street
 We're smokin stix
 Yeah
 Hook (x2)
 Verse 2:
 If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it
 Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid
 Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin lovely
 Light and stars all around me and above me
 Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work
 Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood
 put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope
 Cos nigga's gettin short, I'm chokin from the smoke
 I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke
 Got a large loot, got it robbin that's cos I was broke
 Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon
 If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein
 I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to flip
 Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin stix
 Yeah
 Hook (x2)
 Verse 3:
 Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat
 under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net
 Empty .45 was layin on the dresser
 Last night I played the role of the tester
 Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap
 Flashback got me ready to scrap
 I don't know what I done did
 and I don't know where I done been
 I know last night I robbed my friend
 and if that's wrong then call it a sin
 But I was broke and broke ain't no joke
 and I can't cope without my Smith so
 so dip it up and watch me suck it up
 and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts
 So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot!
 Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop
 We're smokin stix
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Allan Felder, Artis Ivey, T.G. Conway

Componist: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: It Takes a Thief (1994)

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