Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now I'm High, Really High, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Underground Vol. I, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.1999
Record label: Smoked Out
Song language: English
Now I'm High, Really High |
Triple six triple six triple six smoked out |
Now I’m high really high mayne I’m about to shout |
(Lord Infamous) |
The end is creating illusions |
the substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion |
I picture teflon in slow motion |
It’s piercin threw flesh |
and continues to cruisin |
Wait think straight |
Don’t haste paste penetrate |
Face ace sake place base damn I think I’m crazed |
Terrors the error no errors |
Within my terror |
Are you scared of 6 |
Double S’six demonically elegant elements |
A manic depressive agressiveness stress me bitch |
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kick |
Tric-kory hic-kory dickory dock |
I smoke top notch bud crop drop |
The D the 0 the P the E I need the B the L the UNT |
Because that green power flower got much luv |
I tell you don’t fuck with the triple six mane |
'Cause you know that we on dem drugs |
Damn I’m going off with this blunt |
Outter space rock Lord Infamous |
I keep clouds of smoke flyin out my mouttttttttttttttttttttth |
(Koopsta Knicca) |
Who’s that bustnub in my do' |
Was whet and slow, I hit flo' |
They shot up all my niggas |
In the kichen flippin’dominos |
Blood al on my leger |
Whipe this shit up to my fuckin’head |
Count them trizzy slippin' |
Buck them bustem bitches dead |
Peace out to my niggas Timmy killa than my broadies |
My mommy said there be day like this |
But my daddy never told me And that’s for al my hard lead twisted on my dreads |
I’m scaredddd a nigga deaddddd |
Is in my fuckin’head |
Thinkin’I would hesitate |
And wait to buck yo bitches down |
Read up on my tiss nigga |
Cause I aint no damn hologram |
But I’m clickin whit that quickness |
Like a sickness from that triple 6 |
Drop you winnin a splander |
Cut you up like Jeffres Damas bitch |
Really high could curly spirin' |
A Nigga try to flex up this |
The motherfucker take you get some (shots) |
Up in yo neck |
And when see you the Koopsta Knicca |
He’s a fuckin redrum |
Run run run fo’I leave ya damn body numb |