Where ya been All of my life I need ya bad I've been searchin' for
ya That good ol' stuff I can't get enough You know I've been yoanin'
(yearnin') for ya Call me a drunkie that's wrong Don't play it instead of
rich bone Young son that's full of that come We needs a one and a
one I gotta get'cha what ever it takes Gotta hit your bis o Soon as I
flake i take you how ever you might be Pack dollar pill away You know
you got me feelin' 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 goody-good I
think enough Still like screamin' on after none Give me that razor that
plate the lazer man I need my medicine That pulles me oh some nice and
slow Get him some stand lookin' out the door Better get ready for all
night You know how we wanna moan and blow
Escence up the
blessin' Keep me puzzled like enigma My partner put me down Where I
start pound The cop is cheaper My smoke and flows like mystical
music And know someone screamin' is chiefa On Holloween I pass it out
to all the trick or treaters in 1999 them little is will come through for
you bombers So now Lord Infamous blessin' I was sitting bull And poke the
hunters Smoke out your lungs And powder your nose We grabbin' big
bitches Or sometimes we kick it We breakin' the season We breakin' our
streets in We breakin' out sick cause I make em' up stick Triple 6 Mafia
gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere Without the smoke hit
eyes So blury blur vision and tears Kaze on the right, on the left, to
the rear Scarecrow me keyed plus The smoke flyin' out of me lungs Me
keep these (??) Sprinkled down little kids gum
Chorus x2 Gimme
some of that good stuff Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special Gimme
somethin' that'll do it Do it, Put my mind to it Until we get
high
I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean) Good stuff for that
light green Everytime you see me Eyes are red but still I'm on my
p's Smokin' gettin' motivated Just chillin' with nuthin' but
playas Hatin' as I can be Relaxed and bumpin' some Johnny
Taylor Feelin' good as hell It's so swell High, this stuff has got me
goosed up Got me wantin' some good lovin' So I call my shorty Baby,
baby some and give it to me, give it to me right Come in with the
quickness Got you speachless to this freaky night Still I'm stayin' bout
it Never hate wit bustas So can 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
disquise
What you got down in your trunk Nothin' but good
stuff Knowin' this funk Guaranteed to keep you up Make you hyper super
crunk Let me know on what you need I'm cuttin' up gears Come shock
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 bigger the blade The thicker the cheese The more you can
take On and on gotta keep that pace >From scene to scene Supplyin'
that D Some of that pure Not none of that dank It's over
solder Dodge their forty Get with the man if you want to get
bloated Just like taking a sniff of roses This lil sniff They roll it
up all night to the early mornin' Constantly movin' now for
yawnin' Burnin' my people on every pay phone And allow that good
stuff Surper (??)
I be like Indo in Don't go hollow what your
friend Plus have them twins The henn and a bunch of bird shit Swith
your man So I can get into the groove And he whos cool can't Juicy's
constantly speakin' at me though He ain't sayin' nothin' Man he may be
the crunkin' that funny Or the super bionic Sick here wanna sit
here Fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin' Is it the squish I cannot
remember Yes sir it's understood Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of
somethin' good
T Artists/Bands 
Three 6 Mafia CDs in sales 
