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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