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Coolio - Smokin' Stix lyrics
Intro: (*MC introducing Coolio*) Alright alright alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin out from Compton California 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...ha those black guys down in Compton. *guy toking up* Yo stop that! Hook (x2): Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Verse 1: Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit of the potent ass 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 Hook (x2) Verse 2: 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 Light and stars all around me and above me Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope Cos nigga's gettin short, I'm chokin from the smoke I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke Got a large loot, got it robbin that's cos 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 Hook (x2) Verse 3: Wake 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 suck it up and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot! Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop We're smokin stix |
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