Stoned Junkee
UGK, Mr. 3-2
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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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
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Written by: CHAD L. BUTLER, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, 3-2
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