| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Fly so high in Funky Town
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| , mega blunts I gotta smoke
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| Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope
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| Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
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| Don’t you think you higher than Lil Fly till you snort that P
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| P-funk got me goin', hoe I’m blowin' on montana pack
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| Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track
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| Bustas blinded by my smoke, how you like my smokin' screen?
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| Playa got that evil grin and Tony got me lookin' mean
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| Fly got swishers full of bling, time to snort a white ho bitch
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| Next she tell me Fly don’t need it but Fly say «Mane fuck that shit»
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| Suckers fear my atmosphere, ho you should have open your ear
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| Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
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| Standin' in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain
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| Hour by the hour ain’t no coward cause I’m blowin' mane
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| If you say I’m sprung, body numb, Triple 6 and Fly
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| Funky Town Fly bound and now I know you know I’m really high
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Smoked out, loced out killas ain’t takin' nothin' from you niggas
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| So back the fuck up before Da Devil’s Daughter click a
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| On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger ho
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| Ho it’s on this shit is on it’s on now hit the fuckin' floor
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| Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill
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| Is it them Triple 6 niggas, mane, is that shit for real
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| Tha Jason mask on your ass, when I’m gonna blast
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| Your soul I’ll take, the ground will shake as I begin to laugh
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| I light the candlesticks, a crucifix about to take place
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| The Devil’s Daughter, Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
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| Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta, hoe I must be on your mind
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| Stupid bitch I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine
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| You know I’m comin', don’t go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga
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| A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa
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| You think I’m shakin' hell naw, bitch, you wanna test
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| My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla some hollow points up in your chest
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
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| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
| Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south
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| Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up like much of the herb
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| The Indo is creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing, my vision is blurred
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| The aroma of the marijuana, the blackest of smoke changing into black clouds
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| Deep down in the dungeons my darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
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| Your soul is horrified, flames falling from the sky
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| The Three 6 anti-christ, bloody seven seas
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| The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry
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| Now I lay down to die, come and burn with me
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| In Scarecrow’s past life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood,
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| flesh and guts
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| Now I’m back and I’m more murderous and I’m known as that mad nigga Lord
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| Infamous
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| The Scarecrow could never come deep wit' that flow if I wasn’t so full of that
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| dope — you know
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| Triple 6 blowin' that weed and we keepin' the seed and the stem
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| Roll a bag in a slim
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| When the lights are real dim then we grab the weed pipe and the bong and we
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| take all that smoke to our lungs
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| A nigga got love for the bud and I’m smokin' it up until I’m feelin' numb
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| When I’m getting rushed by the shotgun and smokin' like it until da break of
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| dawn
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| Seriously circulating while I’m devastating the souls with my sinister wand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Now I'm Hi , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Mystic Stylez: The First Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп