Smokin' Stix
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton, California He 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, those black guys down in Compton Down in Compton, yo, stop that Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Pa*s me the dip, it's time to take a hit Of the potent a*s 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 Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? 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 Lights and stars all around me and above me Never feelin' good, I watch a motherf**ker work Try to step into the Circle I chop 'em up like wood Put 'em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope 'Cause nigga's gettin' short, I'm chokin' from the smoke I pa*s it to my homey so he can take a toke Got a large loot, got it robbin' that's 'cause 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, yeah Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Woke 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 s*ck it up And I'll get f**ked up and I might go nuts So pa*s the loot motherf**ker, pa*s the loot Pa*s the loot motherf**ker to a troop We're smokin' Stix [Incomprehensible]
