Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drugs , by - Lil' Kim. Release date: 29.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drugs |
| Never a flaw |
| A different kind of high |
| Yaknow feel me on this huh uhh |
| Ladies and gents |
| Your dopest host presents extravagence |
| in the ladies’frame leavin cum stains |
| Niggaz remain in awe when I brought a Dillinger |
| Throw it to ya jaw uhh |
| Never a flaw |
| Never before have you seen such magnificense |
| in the black princess yesss |
| Flow’s phenom I’m the bomb diggy |
| Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me Call us the Gabbana girls |
| We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust |
| Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route |
| Feel me out uhh, I’m used ta hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand |
| with the in-sane clan, man listen |
| My position is lieutenant |
| Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it |
| Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy |
| Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy |
| To please me you got to be well off |
| Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off |
| Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. |
| Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja |
| Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you’re drugs baby |
| Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little |
| To my bitches that suck dick a little |
| While they niggaz lick the middle, I’m the Don y’all |
| High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear |
| Yeah, enough glorifyin |
| Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin |
| bout the clothes they be buyin |
| Some stores won’t even let you whores in Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass |
| Kim surpass, all crews |
| Bitches still drinkin booze |
| I sip Cristal and Landcruise |
| Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars |
| Slick nigga, I’m stickin you Baby Pah, uhh |
| Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach |
| like the bag, the Prada mama |
| Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna |
| My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana |
| Inhale this, clench your fist |
| Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus |
| Can ya, picture this |
| Life without me, wake up you’re having bad dreams |
| cause ya fiend for a toke |
| My crew tote Tocques and mink coats |
| On the cell with the boat |
| What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out |
| Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks |
| is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs |
| Cristal pourers, be glad we ain’t takin yours |
| Boring huh, I’m warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch |
| when I fuck with scratch and sniff |
| Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous |
| So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked |
| The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! |