Three 6 Mafia - Now I'm High, Really High | Текст песни

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• Three 6 Mafia
• Now I'm High, Really High

Triple six triple six triple six smoked out
Now I'm high really high mayne I'm about to shout
7x

(Lord Infamous)
The end is creating illusions
The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion
I picture teflon in slow motion
It's piercin threw flesh
And continues to cruisin
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 6
Double S'six demonically elegant elements
A manic depressive agressiveness stress me bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kick
Tric-kory hic-kory dickory dock
I smoke top notch bud crop drop
The D the 0 the P the E
I need the B the L the UNT
Because that green power flower got much luv
I tell you don't fuck with the triple six mane
Cause you know that we on dem drugs
Damn I'm going off with this blunt
Outter space rock Lord Infamous
I keep clouds of smoke flyin out my mouttttttttttttttttttttth

Chorus 4x

(Koopsta Knicca)
Who's that bust'n up in my do'
Was way too slow, I hit the flo'
They shot up all my niggas
In the kichen flippin' dominos
Blood all on my leg
I wiped this shit up to my fuckin' head
Caught them trizzys slippin'
Buck them bustem bitches dead
Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my broadies
My momma said there be day like this
But my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead twistin on my dreads
I'm scaredddd a nigga deaddddd
Is in my fuckin' head
Thinkin' I would hesitate
And wait to buck yo bitches down
Read up on my tiss nigga
Cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clickin whit that quickness
Like a sickness from that triple 6
Drop you winnin a splander
Cut you up like Jeffres Damas bitch
Really high could curly spirin'
A Nigga try to flex up this
The motherfucker take you get some (shots)
Up in yo neck
And when see you the Koopsta Knicca
He's a fuckin redrum
Run run run fo' I leave ya damn body numb