Smokin' Stix

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 embalming fluid mixed with sherm those niggas down in

those black guys down in Compton

Yo stop that!

Who got the balm? Who got the balm?

Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm?

Who got the balm? Who got the balm?

Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm?

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 know insane

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 balm? Who got the balm?

Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm?

Who got the balm? Who got the balm?

Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm?

If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it

Take the Sherman 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

'Cause 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 '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 'cause the nigga's about to flip

Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin' stix. Yeah

Who got the balm? Who got the balm?

Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm?

Who got the balm? Who got the balm?

Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm?

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, then I 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

You're getting late, I can't wait much longer

I lose all my control when I start to feel this way

Let me feel it, I know it's there

You got me loving you, when I don't wanna care, yeah

-- Synced by NoMan --