UGK - Stoned Junkee lyrics

[Pimp C:] Snap, crackle, and pop goes the big bowl n***a fiendin' but steady holdin' wit' a tight hold No more crack but steady pullin' wit' a tight pull All f**ed up and eyes redder than a red bull Look at that, I bet she don't know where her kids at Used to be all that, now she's dating Mr. Crack Had her first when she was 13 now he's 11 years And he standin on Texas, sellin' rocks and drinkin' beers She got another girl, she's 8, stayed with her aunt and uncle But uncle's sick, cause every night she's s**in' on Her uncle's dick, who can she tell? Nobody gives a f** She tells anybody she f**s him she'll get f**ed up So the sh** keeps goin' on for another six 14 and now she's tired of s**in' uncle's dick Got a .38 from her girlfriend in school Went home, loaded it up and cold smoked the fool Cause he's a [Hook - Sung by Pimp C:] Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee Lord, lord, lord Lord, lord, lord Lord, lord, lord Lord, lord, lord [Bun B:] I live in every city, I stand on every block I'm beggin' from everybody so I could smoke any and every rock You see I'm homeless, I'm broke, I stink I got some f**ed up teeth and I'm addicted so I can't For them kids lunch money, a child I would choke And clothesline your granny for some change so I could take a toke You see I'm not in my right mind, So I'm hopin' that I can get some dope in my system by night time So to make a lil' cash, I might wipe me a windshield or pump gas, Or take your purse and dash, Try'na to make a deal witcha, huh But if I can't get a dime for 6, fool I'm 'bout to get cha Don't f** up and let me taste it Cause I'mma chip your sh**, take my lil' piece and freebase it I ain't nothin' but a clucker, your typical gla** dick s**er Basehead, geekin' motherf**er Just call me a... [Hook] [Mr. 3-2:] And I'm still rollin' a fattie but I'm dippin' it into that water And makin' me a wet daddy, the green monster Tameka be tellin' me not to do it But everyday I find myself full of that f**in' embalming fluid Yeah, so you can certify me as a fiend, And if you smoke dip fool you know what I mean Now let me lean to the motherf**in' left Start walkin' fast and get my blast by my goddamn self That's how it goes, movin' slow in the south A stone cold junkee with some d** in his mouth High till I die, and fry is all it takes Don't make me catch a case by pumpin' them slugs in your face I'm at the geekin' stage so you better not trust me And I'll still buck you down, motherf**er if you buck me So close the top of the toilet cause it's finna get funky I'm smokin' like a fiend cause I'm a stone cold junkee [ad-libs till end]