Good Stuff Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Good Stuff Lyrics

    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 yoanin' (yearnin') for ya
    Call me a drunkie that's wrong
    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 get'cha what ever it takes
    Gotta hit your bis o
    Soon as i flake
    I take you how ever you might be
    Pack dollar pill away
    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 enough
    Still like screamin' on after none
    Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
    I need my medicine
    That pulles me oh some nice and slow
    Get him some stand lookin' out the door
    Better get ready for all night
    You know how we wanna moan and blow

    Escence up the blessin'
    Keep me puzzled like enigma
    My partner put me down
    Where i start pound
    The cop is cheaper
    My smoke and flows like mystical music
    And know someone screamin' is chiefa
    On holloween
    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 hit eyes
    So blury blur vision and tears
    Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear
    Scarecrow me keyed plus
    The smoke flyin' out of me lungs
    Me keep these (??)
    Sprinkled down little kids gum

    Chorus x2
    Gimme some of that good stuff
    Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special
    Gimme somethin' that'll do it
    Do it, put my mind to it
    Until we get high

    I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean)
    Good stuff for that light green
    Everytime you see me
    Eyes are red but still i'm on my p's
    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 some 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 hate wit bustas
    So can you see
    Solo never sucka
    Always catch me with the prophet p
    Gone remain his lady
    Kinda crazy
    So don't test me
    I will buck your bro down
    When that good stuff got me in disquise

    What you got down in your trunk
    Nothin' but good stuff
    Knowin' this funk
    Guaranteed to keep you up
    Make you hyper super crunk
    Let me know on what you need
    I'm cuttin' up gears
    Come shock 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 bigger 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 solder
    Dodge their forty
    Get with the man if you want to get bloated
    Just like taking a sniff of roses
    This lil sniff
    They roll it up all night to the early mornin'
    Constantly movin' now for yawnin'
    Burnin' my people on every pay phone
    And allow that good stuff
    Surper (??)

    I be like indo in
    Don't go hollow what your friend
    Plus have them twins
    The henn and a bunch of bird shit
    Swith your man
    So i can get into the groove
    And he whos 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 i'm a motor or somethin'
    Is it the squish
    I cannot remember
    Yes sir it's understood
    Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of somethin' good

    Chorus...till fade

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