Half on a sack lyrics

[Juicy J:]

Hey nigga get yo weed, yo blow

Get yo drank together

Cause we bout to get hiiiiiigh

Half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some

Bring that dro and play the beat

Half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some

Bring that dro and play the beat

Nose all runny, find 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 I done done it

Cocaine Blain, that's my dog

Called him up to house this slut

We gone fuck her in the back of the bus

And fill her nose up full of that dust

Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour

Whooping these niggas and fucking these whores

In the bathroom bout two whole hours

Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor

Fuck that shit, niggas out of the frame

Take 'em one and one, back in the game

Back on the street, back on the strip

Looking for a freak to run a train

[Crunchy Black:]

What you boys doing with that weed?

Where you boys going with that shit?

Begging like a little kid

Give the homie a little bit

I ain't smoke, yeah I smoke

Cheefin on that indo dope

Hypnotize better, we make cheddar

All the haters hit the road (kill yo self!)

[Juicy J:]

Half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some

Bring that dro and play the beat

Half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some

Bring that dro and play the beat

[DJ Paul:]

My nostrils so stopped up

I can't even smell the weed smoke

The green man, he 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 it 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's really sideways

I got a bag, zip lock

Filled to the brim with a pound in it

Me and Scarecrow gone fuck these hoes

And make sure the click hit it

[Crunchy Black:]

DJ Paul, that's my dog

We break down walls like King Kong

Any nigga by my pad later on

We smoke so much call us Cheech and Chong

High as a bird, no like a plane

Got me high, I'm feeling it man

Ain't no shame in my game

Give yo boy the co-cocaine

[Juicy J:]

Half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some

Bring that dro and play the beat

Half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some blow

Half on a, half-half on a sack of some

Bring that dro and play the beat