Now I'm Hi

(альбом: Smoked Out Loced Out - 1994)

[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

[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 paste, 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 flying out my mouth

[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

[Playa Fly:]
Now I'm sitting at the crib with a blunt up in my fucking hand
Dreaming of another funk, thinking of a master plan
Take the Tec up in my hand, squeeze it quickly as Fly can
Crazy as the Gangsta B, all Fly see is blood, man
Now I'm forced to sweat the track
Because I'm down to make some ends
But Fly prefer the easy route by making bustas check it in
Gimisum, Gimisum, hand it here you selfish pig
If your ass wasn't so greedy, then you still would breathe my nigga
Lil Fly is heading to the home, finished up my serve on
Plus Lil Fly just made a stang, I take you to your stash jawn
Creeping through the fucking dark, rolling deep with South Park
Funked out, loced out, you know a Playa won't be bared
When I'm 'bout my hog, kill, I'm evil with Fly stealing grin
Lil Ibn down to make some ends, bitches gotta check it in
And for you jealous punk ass bitch all up on the Ibn nuts
Fuck them folks, fuck yo' folks, 'cause Lil Fly just don't give a fuck

Yeah, South Park in this bitch
Lil Fly and Gangsta Weeds in the house for the '94, '95, ho

[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

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Who's that busting up in my door?
Was way too slow, I hit the floor
They shot up all my niggas in the kitchen flipping dominoes
Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fucking head
Caught them trizzicks slipping
Buck them busta bitches dead
Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my brodies
My momma said it be days like this
But my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead, twisting on my dreads
I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fucking head
Thinking I would hesitate
And wait to buck yo' bitch ass down
Read up all my ideas, nig, 'cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clicking with that quickness
Like the sickness from that Triple 6
Drop you winning a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch
Really I could care less 'bout a nigga trying to flex against
The mothafucking Tech
You get some [*gunshot*] up in your neck
And when you see the Koopsta Knicca, it's a fucking redrum
Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb

Yeah, it's Koopsta Knicca in this mothafucka
I'd like to send this one out to
The mothafucking niggas I kick it with over there in
North Memphis, South Memphis
To all my mothafucking niggas I kick it with at Northside
The real mothafuckas

[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