Good Stuff lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : Good Stuff
 


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