Intro: (*MC introducing Coolio*)
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Alright alright, alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin out from
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Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug
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called Stix. That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm those
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niggas down in...ha, those black guys down in Compton.
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*guy toking up*
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Yo stop that!
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Hook (x2):
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Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
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Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?
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Verse 1:
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Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit
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of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip
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Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane
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flyin high inside my brain
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You know karate, I no rizzeign
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Try to beat me down I feel no pain
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Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker
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Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker
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Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy
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Down for mine that's the way mama raised me
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Summertime we freak in the heat
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Butt naked in the middle of the street
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We're smokin stix
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Yeah
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Hook (x2)
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Verse 2:
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If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it
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Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid
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Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin lovely
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Light and stars all around me and above me
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Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work
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Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood
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put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope
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Cos nigga's gettin short, I'm chokin from the smoke
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I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke
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Got a large loot, got it robbin that's cos I was broke
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Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon
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If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein
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I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to flip
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Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin stix
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Yeah
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Hook (x2)
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Verse 3:
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Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat
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under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net
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Empty .45 was layin on the dresser
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Last night I played the role of the tester
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Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap
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Flashback got me ready to scrap
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I don't know what I done did
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and I don't know where I done been
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I know last night I robbed my friend
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and if that's wrong then call it a sin
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But I was broke and broke ain't no joke
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and I can't cope without my Smith so
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so dip it up and watch me suck it up
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and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts
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So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot!
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Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop
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We're smokin stix
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Smokin' Stix
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| Coolio |
