Three 6 Mafia - Now I'M High Pt. 3 lyrics

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Chorus

Triple 6

Triple triple 6 smoked out

Now im high

Really high

Mane i'm about to shout

(Playa Fly)

Fly so high in funkytown

Mega blunts I gotta smoke

snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin'

Blowin' heavy on dat dope

Playa fuckin' rest

By that funk

Crunk by onion weed

Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly

Till you snote that P

P-funk got me goin'

Hoe I'm blowin' on montana pack

Ganja put me under

But that snizote put me back on track

Bustas blinded by my smoke

How you like my smokin' screen

Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean

Fly got swishers full of blink

Time to snort a white hoe bitch

Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say

Mane fuck that shit

Suckers fill my atmosphere

Hoe you should know 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' man

If you say I'm sprung

Body numb

Triple 6 and Fly

Funkytown Fly bound and now I know you know im really high

Chorus

(Gangsta Boo)

Smoked out loced out killas

Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas

So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a

On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe

Hoe its on this shit is on its 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 candle sticks a crucifix about to take place

The Devils 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 Im comin'

Don't you 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

Chorus

(Lord Infamous)

Spooky midnight has fallen like these and the moon is like lit up

Like much of the herb

The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion

My vision is blurred

The aroma of the marijuana

The black is the smoke changing into black clouds

Deep down in the dungeons

My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused

Your soul is horrified

Flesh falling from the sky

The Three 6 anti-christ

Bloody seven seas

The blackness in my eyes

I hear an angel crie

Now I lay down to die

Come and burn with me

In Scarecrows passed life

I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts

Now I'm back and im more murderous

And I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous

The Scarecrow could never come deeper

The flow if I wasn't so full of that dope you know

Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin'

The seed and the stem rolled and when i slip

And the lights of the dim and we grab the

We pappin' the bone 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 crushed by the shotgun and I'm smokin'

Like it until da break of dawn

Seriously circulating while the devil's takin'

The souls of my sinister wand