Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now I'm Hi Pt. 3, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Mystic Stylez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Now I'm Hi Pt. 3 |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Fly so high in Funky Town |
, mega blunts I gotta smoke |
Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope |
Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed |
Don’t you think you higher than Lil Fly till you snort that P |
P-funk got me goin', hoe I’m blowin' on montana pack |
Blunt just put me under but that snizow 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 bitch |
Next she tell me Fly don’t need it but Fly say «Mane fuck that shit» |
Suckers fear my atmosphere, ho you should have open your ear |
Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear |
Standin' in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain |
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 |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Smoked out, loced out killas ain’t takin' nothin' from you niggas |
So back the fuck up before Da Devil’s Daughter click a |
On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger ho |
Ho it’s on this shit is on it’s on now hit the fuckin' floor |
Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill |
Is it them Triple 6 niggas, mane, is that shit for real |
Tha 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 bitch I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine |
You know I’m comin', don’t go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga |
A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa |
You think I’m shakin' hell naw, bitch, you wanna test |
My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla some hollow points up in your chest |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out |
Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south |
Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up like much of the herb |
The Indo is creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing, my vision is blurred |
The aroma of the marijuana, the blackest 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 anti-christ, bloody seven seas |
The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry |
Now I lay down to die, come and 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 wit' 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 then we grab the weed pipe and the 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 smokin' like it until da break of |
dawn |
Seriously circulating while I’m devastating the souls with my sinister wand |