Smokin' Sticks

Alright alright alright alright alright

Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton California

He gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug called Stix

That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm

Those niggas down in those black guys down in Compton

Down in Compton yo stop that

Who got the bomb Who got the bomb

Somebody Anybody Who got the bomb

Who got the bomb Who got the bomb

Somebody Anybody Who got the bomb

Pass me the dip it's time to take a hit

Of the potent a** sh*t the kind that make you strip

Two headed critter now I'm an airplane

Flyin' high inside my brain

You know karate I no rizzeign

Try to beat me down I feel no pain

Puffer toker loopy loop smoker

Coolio Loca laugh like The Joker

Loony psychotic nutty kinda crazy

Down for mine that's the way mama raised me

Summertime we freak in the heat

Butt naked in the middle of the street

We're smokin' Stix yeah

Who got the bomb Who got the bomb

Somebody Anybody Who got the bomb

Who got the bomb Who got the bomb

Somebody Anybody Who got the bomb

If you don't know how to do it yo here's how ya do it

Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid

Oh my God Oh my God Now the sh*t is lookin' lovely

Lights and stars all around me and above me

Never feelin' good I watch a motherf**ker work

Try to step into the Circle I chop 'em up like wood

Put 'em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope

'Cause ni**a's gettin' short I'm chokin' from the smoke

I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke

Got a large loot got it robbin' that's 'cause I was broke

Jumped in the bucket mad styles like a demon

If only you could trip off that sh*t that I'm seein'

I got to get a grip cos the ni**a's about to flip

Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin Stix yeah

Who got the bomb Who got the bomb

Somebody Anybody Who got the bomb

Who got the bomb Who got the bomb

Somebody Anybody Who got the bomb

Woke up the next morning in a cold sweat

Under the bed soakin' wet wearin' boots and a hair net

Empty 45 was layin' on the dresser

Last night I played the role of the tester

Toked up a good bag Jenna had a good nap

Flashback got me ready to scrap

I don't know what I done did

And I don't know where I done been

I know last night I robbed my friend

And if that's wrong then call it a sin

But I was broke and broke ain't no joke

And I can't cope without my Smith so

So dip it up and watch me suck it up

And I'll get f**ked up and I might go nuts

So pass the loot motherf**ker pass the loot

Pass the loot motherf**ker to a troop

We're smokin' Stix