Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Half On A Sack
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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Half On A Sack
[Juicy J talking]Hey nigga get yo weed, yo blowGet yo drank togetherCause we bout to get hiiiiiigh[Chorus 2x (Juicy J)]Half on a sack or some blowHalf on a, half-half on a sack or some blow( )Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blowHalf on a, half-half on a sack or someBring that dro and play the beat[Juicy J]Nose all runny, fine snow bunnyTake her to the crib, make her drink cummyI'm from the hood I ain't never did thisBut now I can say I done done itCocaine Blain, that's my dogCalled him up to house this slutWe gone fuck her in the back of the busAnd fill her nose up full of that dustThree 6 Mafia, wild on tourWhooping these niggaz and fucking these hoesIn the bathroom bout two whole hoursGettin' real high, passed out on the floorFuck that shit, niggaz out of the frameTake 'em one and one, back in the gameBack on the street, back on the stripLooking for a freak to run a train[Crunchy Black]What you boys doing with that weed?Where you boys going with that shit?Begging like a little kidGive the homie a little bitI ain't smoke, yeah I smokeCheefin on that endo dopeHypnotize better, we make cheddarAll the haters hit the road (kill yo self!)[Chorus 2x (Juicy J)]Half on a sack or some blowHalf on a, half-half on a sack or some blowHalf on a, half-half on a sack or some blowHalf on a, half-half on a sack or someBring that dro and play the beat[DJ Paul]My nostrils so stopped upI can't even smell the weed smokeThe green man, it got locked upSo I better make the best out this droI sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myselfIt might seem like I'm sickBut that (?) done got me thereI got a couple of chocolate thangsI got me a couple of white thangsI got me a couple of Chinese bitches that pussies really sidewaysI got a bag, zip lockFilled to the brim with a pound in itMe and scarecrow gone fuck these hoesAnd make sure the click hit it[Crunchy Black]DJ Paul, that's my dogWe break down walls like king kongAny nigga by my pad later onWe smoke so much call us Cheech and ChongHigh as a bird, no like a planeGot me high, I'm feeling it manAin't no shame in my gameGive yo boy the co-cocaine[Chorus 2x]