UGK, Mr. 3-2 - Stoned Junkee lyrics
[UGK, Mr. 3-2 - Stoned Junkee lyrics]
Snap, crackle, and pop goes the big bowl
Nigga fiendin' but steady holdin'
Wit' a tight hold
No more crack but steady pullin'
Wit' a tight pull
All fucked 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 suckin' on
Her uncle's dick
Who can she tell? Nobody gives a fuck
She tells anybody she fucks him
She'll get fucked up
So the shit keeps goin' on for another six
14 and now she's tired
Of suckin' 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
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
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 fucked up teeth and
I'm a thief so I gank
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 fuck up and let me taste it
Cause I'mma chip your shit
Take my lil' piece and freebase it
I ain't nothin' but a clucker
Your typical glass dick suckin
Basehead, geekin' motherfucker
Just call me a
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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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
Drugs in his mouth
High till I die, and fry is all I taste
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
Motherfucker if you fuck 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
Nigga fiendin' but steady holdin'
Wit' a tight hold
No more crack but steady pullin'
Wit' a tight pull
All fucked 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 suckin' on
Her uncle's dick
Who can she tell? Nobody gives a fuck
She tells anybody she fucks him
She'll get fucked up
So the shit keeps goin' on for another six
14 and now she's tired
Of suckin' 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
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
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 fucked up teeth and
I'm a thief so I gank
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 fuck up and let me taste it
Cause I'mma chip your shit
Take my lil' piece and freebase it
I ain't nothin' but a clucker
Your typical glass dick suckin
Basehead, geekin' motherfucker
Just call me a
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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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
Drugs in his mouth
High till I die, and fry is all I taste
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
Motherfucker if you fuck 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