Dj Paul - Now I'm Hi, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Hook x4] Triple 6 Triple – triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high Mane, I'm about the south [1st Verse: Playa Fly] Fly so high in funkytown Mega blunts I gotta smoke Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin' Blowin' heavy holy dope Playa f**in' blessed 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' Ho blowin' on montana pack Blunt just 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 tony got me lookin' mean Fly got swishers full of blink Time to snort a white ho b**h Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say Mane f** that sh** s**ers fill my atmosphere Ho you should know open your ear Groupie b**hes hypnotized by devil sh** you hate to hear Standin in the shower full of powder c**a f**in' 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: x4 [2nd Verse: Gangsta Boo] Smoked out loced out k**as Ain't takin' nothin' from you n***as So back the f** up before the devil daughter click a On you lemons just like a muthaf**in' trigger ho Ho it's on this sh** is on it's on now hit the f**in' floor Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to k** Is it them Triple 6 n***as, mane, is that sh** for real Tha Jason mask On your a** 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 Devil's Daughter Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case n***as be talkin' about the gangsta ho I must be on your mind Stupid b**h I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine You know I'm comin' Don't you go runnin' to your f**in' n***a A trigger happy b**h the mind of a f**in' k**a You think I'm shakin' hell naw, b**h You wanna test My f**in' pimpin' if you want to filla Some hollow points up in your chest Chorus: x4 [3rd Verse: Lord Infamous] Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up Like much of the herb The Indo is creating illusions My thoughts are confusin' My vision is blurred The aroma of the marijuana The blackest of smoke changing into black clouds Deep down in the dungeons My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused Deep down in the dungeons; my darkness The demonic sickness finally aroused Your soul is horrified Flames 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 scarecrow's past life I k**ed kings And I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh, and guts Now I'm back and I'm more murderous And I'm known as that mad n***a named Lord Infamous The Scarecrow could never come deep wit' that flow If I wasn't so full of that dope – You know Triple 6 blowin' that weed And we keepin' the seed and the stem Roll a bag in a slim when the lights are real dim We packin' the bong and we take all that smoke to our lungs A n***a 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 smokin' Like it until da break of dawn Seriously circulating, while I'm devastating the souls With my sinister wand