[Intro: Juicy J]
Ayy, nigga, get your weed, get your blow
Get your drank together
'Cause we 'bout to get high
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some—
Bring that 'dro and plenty P
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some—
Bring that 'dro and plenty P
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Nose all runny, found a snow bunny, take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
I'm from the hood, I ain't never did this, but now I can say that I done done it
Cocaine Blain, that's my dawg, I called him up to house this slut
We gon' fuck her in the back of the bus and fill her nose up full of that dust
Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour, whoopin' these niggas and fuckin' these whores
In the bathroom 'bout two whole hours, gettin' real high, passed out on the floor
Fuck that shit, niggas out the frame, take a one-on-one, back in the game
Back on the street, back on the strip, lookin' for a freak to run a train
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
What you boys doin' with that weed? Where you boys goin' with that shit?
Beggin' like a little kid, give the little homie a little bit
I ain't ever smoke, yeah, I smoke, cheefin' on that indo dope
Hypnotize better, we make cheddar, all the haters get the rope (Kill yourself!)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some—
Bring that 'dro and plenty P
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some—
Bring that 'dro and plenty P
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My nostrils so stopped up, I can't even smell the weed smoke
The green man done got locked up so I better make the best out this 'dro
I sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myself
It might seem like I'm sick but that done kicked in and got me there
I got a couple of chocolate thangs, I got me a couple of white thangs
I got me a couple of Chinese bitches, that pussy really sideways
A gallon bag, Ziploc, filled to the brim with a pound in it
Me and Scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes, mayne, and put a dent in it
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
DJ Paul, that's my dawg, we break down walls like King Kong
Any nigga roll up, I pass me the RAW, we smoke so much, call us Cheech and Chong
High as a bird, no, as a plane, it got me high, I'm feelin' this, mane
Ain't no shame in my game, give your boy that co-cocaine
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some—
Bring that 'dro and plenty P
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack or some—
Bring that 'dro and plenty P
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