[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

Where ya been all of my life? I need ya bad, I've been searchin' for ya

That good old stuff, I can't get enough, you know I been jonesin' for ya

Call me a junky that's sprung, dopehead instead of rich bum

Young son that's full of that cum, me needs a one and a one

I gotta get you, whatever it takes, gotta hit your big old snizzow flake

I take you however you might be, pack, dollar, pill away

You know you got me feelin' good, drop-top down up and through the hood

Ask me about a whole key and mane, I tell ya I wish I could

It's all to the good, I think I'm numb, sniffin like [?], don't ask for none

Give me that razor, that plate, the lazer, mane, I needs my medicine

That pulls me oh, so nice and slow

Got me some stallion knockin' at the door

Better get ready for a all-nighter, you know how I be when I'm on that blow

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Essence of the blessin's keep me puzzled like enigma

My partner put me down with a stout pound of compress cheeba

My smoke it floats like blissful music to nose from mysterious chiefa

On Halloween I pass it out to all the trick or treaters

In 1999 the Middle East will come nuclear bomb us

So now Lord Infamous blastin out with Sitting Bull and Pocahontas

Smoke out your lungs and powder your nose

We grabbin' big bushes or sometimes we kick it

We breaking down seeds and we breaking down sticks

And we breaking down cigars and make 'em all stick

Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere

With all the smoke in here, eyes are blurry, bloodred, shedding tears

Cops on the right, on the left, to the rear

Scarecrow me keep clouds of smoke flyin' out of me lungs

Me keep these spices sprinkled out like a cajun

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo & Crunchy Black]

I keep that good stuff (Lady, what you mean?)

Good stuff of that light green

Every time you see me, eyes are red, but still I'm on my p's

Smokin', gettin' motivated, just chillin' with none but playas

Slick 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 come and give it to me, give it to me right

Comin' with the quickness, got you speechless to this freaky night

Still I'm stayin' bout it, never hang with bustas so can't 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 the skies

[Verse 4: Juicy J & Crunchy Black]

What you got down in your trunk? Nothin' but good stuff known as funk

Guaranteed to keep you up, make you hyper super crunk

Let me know on what you need, I'm cuttin'em deals, come shop 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 heavier 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, but none of that bakin' soda

Soldiers die, they fall, they get with the man if you want to get bloated

Just like taking a sniff of roses, this lil sniff will keep ya rollin'

Up all night to the early mornin', constantly movin', never yawnin'

Burnin' my people on every pay phone, and for that good stuff super joanin'

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]

I be like in the wind, I'm gon' holler at ya friend

Must have them twins, da Henn' and a bunch of birtches with yo man

So I can get into the groove that keeps Koop spooky

Juicy's constantly speakin' to me though he ain't sayin' nothin'

Man it may be the chronic, that funny or the super bionic

Sick here wanna sit here fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin'

Is it the swisher, I cannot remember, yes sir it's understood

Koop must done got a little bit of hit of somethin' good

[Chorus]

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

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

[Outro]

Gimme some of that good stuff

Gimme somethin'─