D.J. Paul - Now I'm High Pt. 2 lyrics

[Hook] 2x Triple Six, Triple Six Triple Six, Triple Six Triple Six, Triple Six Triple Six, smoked out Now I'm high, now I'm high Now I'm high, now I'm high Now I'm high, really high Mane I'm about the South [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] Hoe why these bizzick quick to jump To get they motherf**in' head bump I popped my trunk And then I blast them trizzicks with my pump Here because of the sh** that a n***a had committin' When I hit 'em from the night before Cause then I sworn I had to take them bustas to the morgue So sweat is low I have to go out like Charles Manson The Koopsta committin' evil sh** with the mind of satan A motherf**in' hard lead, nervous in the head And yeah it's gonna be another n***a dead Twistin' on my dreads while I'm loadin' up my milli rounds So we can gonna spray and buck these busta b**hes down Oh cause I'm really, really tired of hearin' babbage sh** So let me hit them tricks and (?) this da Koopsta biz The Koopsta's from the Ville Where the Devil Shyt for real My type of k**a leave you burnin' in the cornfield Because yo god got you n***as think you damn hard I break ya apart and have a restful in the f**ing park [Hook: Gangsta Blac sample] 2x [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Mask to my f**in' face, I'm fiendin to increase my high Eyeballs is like red as hell, you b**hes better recognize Gangsta Boo the scandalous Thats b**h that call me so so thick Smoked out, loced out, playas all around But known as Triple Six Million blunts up in my mind, yeah my nig it's campaign time Smoked up all the blunts and now I'm high, I'm on cloud nine Jump trick up and fool I click, yo get yo f**in' body bust b**hes bodies chopped in bits And guts and sh** off in my trunk Str-izz-apped all the time Because some evil sh** goes through my head Bullets to your temple got you b**hes dead up in the med Bloody Glock is co*ked and ready pop up on another hoe Hollow points will have yo b**h-a** Knockin' on the devils door b**hes, b**hes (?) back this, n***as, n***a blast me b**h Pimpin' ... this sh** because yeah b**h you know it's thick On yo motherf**in' a**, claim yourself a lazy bee Doggin' all you phonky hoes, n***a you can't f** with me [Hook: Gangsta Blac sample] 2x [Verse 3: Playa Fly] From the darkness of da kut; Lil Fly is on the f**in' scene Chicken Wing he got that blink, sn'izz'ow got me lookin' mean Paul just scooped a n***a up, now we bumpin' part two Now I'm high, really high, what the f** you gonna do? Hollow P is in this hoe, b**h you know we on that blow Chillin' on the wall of fame and yo you know we tangin' hoe First I chief the bl-izz-unt then I hit that motherf**ing tang Gangsta V, Fly with plenty blunts in that foreign thang Ridin' in the (?) mane, blowin' blunts of pimpin' stangs See a (?) now it's time for Fly to speak some game Now I'm bappin' from these hoes, Indo smoke up in my nose b**h Fly smoke them blunts And f** them junts is how the story go Tanqueray, Grand Marnier, watch me roll a blunt of hay Dip it in Courvoisier and chief it in you bustas face Now I'm high, really high, till I reach the f**ing top Party till I drop around the closet, sh** don't never stop Yeah Lil Fly up in this motherf**er once again hoe Shouts out to all my n***as in the SPV, my n***a ...