Three 6 Mafia - Good Stuff lyrics

[1st Verse: DJ Paul] Where ya been All of my life I need ya bad I've been searchin' for ya That good ol' stuff I can't get enough You know I've been yearnin' for ya Call me a drunkie that's wrong Don't play it instead of rich bone Young son that's full of that come We needs a one and a one I gotta get'cha what ever it takes Gotta hit your bis o Soon as I flake I take you how ever you might be Pack dollar pill away You know you got me feelin' good Drop top down up in through the hood Ask me about a whole key And man I tell ya I wish I could It's all goody-good I think enough Still like screamin' on after none Give me that razor that plate the lazer man I need my medicine That pulles me oh some nice and slow Get him some stand lookin' out the door Better get ready for all night You know how we wanna moan and blow [2nd Verse: Lord Infamous] Escence up the blessin' Keep me puzzled like enigma My partner put me down Where I start pound The cop is cheaper My smoke and flows like mystical music And know someone screamin' is chiefa On Holloween I pa** it out to all the trick or treaters In 1999 the middle east will come to bomb us So now Lord Infamous blessin' I was sitting bull And Pocahontas Smoke out your lungs And powder your nose We grabbin' big b**hes Or sometimes we kick it We breakin' the season We breakin' our streets in We breakin' out sick cause I make em' up stick Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere Without the smoke hit eyes So blury blur vision and tears Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear Scarecrow me keyed plus The smoke flyin' out of me lungs Me keep these (??) Sprinkled down little kids gum Chorus x2 Gimme some of that good stuff Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special Gimme somethin' that'll do it Do it, Put my mind to it Until we get high [3rd Verse: Gangsta Boo] I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean) Good stuff for that light green Everytime you see me Eyes are red but still I'm on my p's Smokin' gettin' motivated Just chillin' with nuthin' but playas Hatin' as I can be Relaxed and bumpin' some Johnny Taylor Feelin' good as hell It's so swell High, this stuff has got me goosed up Got me wantin' some good lovin' So I call my shorty Baby, baby some and give it to me, give it to me right Come in with the quickness Got you speachless to this freaky night Still I'm stayin' bout it Never hate wit bustas So can you see Solo never s**a Always catch me with the prophet p Gone remain his lady Kinda crazy So don't test me I will buck your bro down When that good stuff got me in disquise [4th Verse: Juicy J] What you got down in your trunk Nothin' but good stuff Knowin' this funk Guaranteed to keep you up Make you hyper super crunk Let me know on what you need I'm cuttin' up gears Come shock with me Your partner used to pluck you twice I'm giving out samples And it's free Package deals from state to state The ice cream man Who deliver that cake You wanna get a piece To shake The bigger the plate The bigger the blade The thicker the cheese The more you can take On and on gotta keep that pace From scene to scene Supplyin' that D Some of that pure Not none of that dank It's over solder Dodge their forty Get with the man if you want to get bloated Just like taking a sniff of roses This lil sniff They roll it up all night to the early mornin' Constantly movin' now for yawnin' Burnin' my people on every pay phone And allow that good stuff Surper (??) [5th Verse: Koopsta Knicca] I be like in the wind I'm gon' holler at ya friend Must have them twins The Henn' and a bunch of bi-r-tches With yo man So I can get into the groove That keeps Koop spooky Juicy's constantly speakin' at me though He ain't sayin' nothin' Man he may be the chronic That funny Or the super bionic Sick here wanna sit here Fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin' Is it the swisher I cannot remember Yes sir it's understood Koop must done got a little bit of hit of somethin' good Chorus...till fade