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Smokin' Stix

This song is by Coolio and appears on the album It Takes A Thief (1994).

All right all right, all right all right all right. Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug called Stix. That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm those niggas down in... ha, those black guys down in Compton.

Yo stop that!

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip
Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane flyin high inside my brain
You know karate, I no rizzeign
Try to beat me down I feel no pain
Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker
Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker
Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy
Down for mine that's the way mama raised me
Summertime we freak in the heat
Butt naked in the middle of the street
We're smokin' stix
Yeah

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it
Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid
Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin' lovely
Light and stars all around me and above me
Never feelin' good, I watch a motherfucker work
Try to step into the Circle I chop 'em up like wood
Put 'em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope
'Cause nigga's gettin' short, I'm chokin from the smoke
I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke
Got a large loot, got it robbin that's 'cause I was broke
Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon
If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein
I got to get a grip 'cause the nigga's about to flip
Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin' stix
Yeah

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net
Empty .45 was layin on the dresser
Last night I played the role of the tester
Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap
Flashback got me ready to scrap
I don't know what I done did and I don't know where I done been
I know last night I robbed my friend and if that's wrong then call it a sin
But I was broke and broke ain't no joke and I can't cope without my Smith so so dip it up and watch me suck it up and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts
So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot!
Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop
We're smokin' stix