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Three 6 Mafia

Good Stuff

 

Good Stuff

(album: The End - 1997)


[DJ Paul:]
Where ya been all my life, I need ya bad, I've been searching for ya
That good ol' stuff, I can't get enough, you know I been jonesing 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 feeling 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 knocking at the door
Better get ready for a all-nighter
You know how I be when I'm on that blow

[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 grabbing 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 getting 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 flying out of me lungs
Me keep these spices sprinkled out like a cajun

Gimme some of that good stuff
Gimme something that'll feel kinda special
Gimme something that'll do it
Do it, put my mind to it
Until we get high

[Gangsta Boo:]
I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean)
Good stuff of that light green
Every time you see me, eyes are red but still I'm on my p's
Smoking, getting motivated, just chilling with nuthing but playas
Slick as I can be, relaxed and bumping some Johnny Taylor
Feeling good as hell
It's so swell
High, this stuff has got me goosed up
Got me wanting some good loving so I call my shorty
Baby, baby come and give it to me, give it to me right
Coming with the quickness, got you speachless to this freaky night
Still I'm staying bout it, never hang with bustas so can't 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 the skies

[Juicy J:]
(What you got down in your trunk?)
Nothing but good stuff known as funk
Guaranteed to keep you up
Make you hyper super crunk
Let me know on what you need
I'm cuttin'em deals, come shop 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 heavier the blade
The thicker the cheese, the more you can take
On and on gotta keep that pace
From scene to scene, supplying that D
Some of that pure, but none of that baking soda
Soldiers die, they fall
They get with the man if you want to get bloated
Just like taking a sniff of roses
This lil sniff will keep ya rolling
Up all night to the early morning
Constantly moving, never yawning
Burning my people on every pay phone
And for that good stuff super joaning

[Koopsta Knicca:]
I be like in the wind, I'm gon' holler at ya friend
Must have them twins, da Henn' and a bunch of birtches with yo man
So I can get into the groove that keeps Koop spooky
Juicy's constantly speaking to me though he ain't saying nothing
Man it may be the chronic, that funny or the super bionic
Sick here wanna sit here farting like I'm a motor or something
Is it the swisher, I cannot remember, yes sir it's understood
Koop must done got a little bit of hit of something good

[Until fade:]
Gimme some of that good stuff
Gimme something that'll feel kinda special
Gimme something that'll do it
Do it, put my mind to it
Until we get high

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