Smokin' Stix

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 thatWho 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 ass shit the kind that make you strip
Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane
Flyin' high inside my brainYou know karate, I no rizzeign
Try to beat me down I feel no pain
Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker
Coolio Loca, laugh like The JokerLoony, 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, yeahWho 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 shit is lookin' lovely
Lights and stars all around me and above meNever feelin' good, I watch a motherfucker 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 nigga's gettin' short, I'm chokin' from the smokeI 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 shit that I'm seein'
I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to flip
Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin Stix, yeah, yeahWho 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 testerToked 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 beenI 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 soSo dip it up and watch me suck it up
And I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts
So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot
Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop
We're smokin' Stix[Incomprehensible]