LYRICS
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out (now I'm high)
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 1: Playa Fly]
Fly so high in Funky Town, mega blunts, I gotta smoke
Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa ****in' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly, 'til you snort that P
P-funk got me goin', hoe I'm blowin' on montana pack
Blunt just put me under, but that sn'izz'ow put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke, how you like my smokin' screen?
Playa got that evil grin and Tony got me lookin' mean
Fly got swishers full of bling, time to snort a white ho, b***h
Then she tell me Fly don't need it but Fly say "Mane, **** that shit"
Suckas fear my atmosphere, hoe, you shouldn't of opened your ear
Groupie b*****s hypnotized by Devil shit you hate to hear
Standin' in the shower, full of powder, coca ****in' caine
Hour by the hour, ain't no coward, 'cause I'm blowin', mane
If you say I'm sprung, body numb, Triple 6 and Fly
Funky Town, Fly bound, and now I know you know I'm really high
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out (now I'm high)
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Smoked out, loced out killas
Ain't takin' nothin' from you niggas
So back the **** up, 'fore Da Devil's Daughter clicka
All you lemons just like a motha****in' trigger hoe
Hoe, it's on, this shit is on, now hit the ****in' floor
Oh my god, I hear some voices tellin' me to kill
Is it them Triple 6 niggas, mane, is that shit for real
The Jason mask on your ass, when I'm gonna blast
Your soul I'll take, the ground will shake as I begin to laugh
I light the candlesticks, a crucifix about to take place
The Devil's Daughter, Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe, I must be on your mind
Stupid b***h, I have to thank you with a loaded gl'izz'ock nine?
You know I'm comin', don't go runnin' to your ****in' nigga
A trigger happy b***h, the mind of a ****in' killa
You think I'm shakin'? hell naw, b***h
You wanna test my ****in' pimpin'
If you want drill fillin's, some hollow points up in your chest
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out (now I'm high)
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Spooky midnight has fallen on days
And the moon is like lit up like much of the herb
The Indo's creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing
My vision is blurred
The aroma of the m*******a
The blackness of smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons
My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Your soul is horrified, flames falling from the sky
The Three 6 antichrist, bloody seven seas
The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry
Now I lay down to die, come burn with me
In Scarecrow’s past life, I killed kings
And I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh, and guts
Now I'm back, and I'm more murderous
And I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow could never come deep with that flow if I wasn’t so full of that dope, you know
Triple 6 blowin' that weed and we keepin' the seed and the stem
Roll a bag in a slim
When the lights are real dim and we grab the weed pipe and that bong and we take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud, and I'm smokin' it up until I'm feelin' numb
When I'm getting rushed by the shotgun and I'm smokin' that buddha until the break of dawn
Seriously circulating, while I’m devastating your souls with my sinister wand