Lyrics Blow - Satan Takes A Holiday

Blow

Think your shit smells sweeter than most?
A real cold fish on the wrong damn coast
I locate things from time to time
Pharmaceutical west coast grime
All worked up and I’m ready to go
Make you kings of the rock 'n' roll show
All worked up, are you ready to go?
Medicate away your low
You want blow?
Here we go
You want blow?
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Southern satisfaction
A chemical reaction
Southern satisfaction
Brings all action
Me and my friends will sort you out
Rocks, bump, snow, dust, give us a shout
Make you queen, I’ll make you king
Make you feel every single thing
All worked up and I’m ready to go
Cock in hand and sharp elbow
All worked up, are you ready to go?
Medicate away your low
Southern satisfaction
A chemical reaction
Southern satisfaction
Bring all action