Good Stuff Songtext - Three 6 Mafia

Good Stuff - Three 6 Mafia

~7 second intro~
[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 jonin' for ya,
Call me a junkie that's sprung,
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 getcha what ever it takes,
Gotta hit your big ol' soon as I flake,
I take you how ever you might be... packed, dollar bill, or weight,
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 I'm numb,
Still like screamin' on after none,
Gimme that razor,
That plate, that laser,
Man,
I needs my medicine,
That puts me on some nice and slow,
Get him some, stand lookin' out the door,
Better get ready for an all nighter, you know how I be when I'm on that blow,

[Lord Infamous]
Escence,
Up the blessins,
Keep me puzzled like enigma,
My partner put me down,
Where the start pound,
The cop is cheaper,
My smoke and flow's like mystical music, and know someone screamin' is chiefa,
On Halloween, I pass it out to all the trick-or-treaters,
In 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers,
So now lord infamous blessin' I was sitting bull and poke the hunters,
Smoke out your lungs,
And powder your nose,
We grabbin' big bitches,
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, our eyes so blury, blurry sheddin' tears,
Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear,
Scarecrow, me keyed plus,
The smoke flyin' out of me lungs,
Me keep the spicy sprinkled down, on the kids' gum,

[Gangsta Boo]
Gimme some of that good stuff,
Gimme somethin' thatll feel kinda special,
Gimme somethin' that'll do it,
Do it... put my mind to it,
Until we get high,] x2

[Gangsta Boo]
I keep that good stuff,
[Crunchy Blac]
Lady what you mean,
[Gangsta Boo]
Good stuff for that light green,
Everytime you see me, eyes are red but still I'm on my piece,
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 come 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 hang with bustas,
So can't you see,
Solo never sucka, always catch me with the Prophet P,
Goin' remain his lady,
Kinda crazy,
So don't test me,
I will buck your butt down,
When that good stuff got me in disguise,

[Crunchy Blac]
What you got down in your trunk,
[Juicy J]
Nothin' but good stuff, known as phunk,
Guaranteed to keep you up,
Make you hyper, super crunk,
Let me know on what you need,
I'm cuttin' up gears, come shop 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 heavier 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,
Soldier,
Dodge their forty,
Get with the man if you wanna get bloated,
Just like taking a sniff of roses,
This lil' sniff, they roll it,
Up all night to the early mornin',
Constantly movin' never yawnin',
Burnin' my people on every pay phone,
And for all of that good stuff, super jonin',

[Koopsta Knicca]
I be like indo in,
Don't go hollow as your friend,
Plus have them twins,
The Henn,
And a bunch of bird shit switch your man,
So I can get into the groove,
And he who's cool can't,
Juicy's constantly speakin' at me though he ain't sayin' nothin',
Man he may be the crunkin',
That funny,
Or the super bionic,
Sick here,
Wanna sit here,
Fartin' like a motor or somethin',
Is it the squish, I cannot remember, yes sir, it's understood,
Koo must done got a little bit of hit of somethin good,

[Gangsta Boo]
[Hook] x2---Lyrics submitted by Edwin.


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