Half On A Sack Lyrics - The Most Known Unknown - Three 6 Mafia

Hey nigga, get yo weed, yo blow 

Get yo drank together 'cause we 'bout to get high 

Half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some 

Bring that dro and play the beat 

Half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some 

Bring that dro and play the beat 

Nose all runny, fine snow bunny 

Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy 

I'm from the hood, I ain't never did this 

But now I can say I done done it 

Cocaine Blain, that's my dog 

Called him up to house this slut 

We gon' fuck her in the back of the bus 

And fill her nose up full of that dust 

Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour 

Whooping these niggaz and fucking these hoes 

In the bathroom, 'bout two whole hours 

Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor 

Fuck that shit, niggaz out of the frame 

Take 'em one and one, back in the game 

Back on the street, back on the strip 

Looking for a freak to run a train 

What you boys doing with that weed? 

Where you boys going with that shit? 

Begging like a little kid 

Give the homie a little bit 

I ain't smoke, yeah I smoke 

Cheefin' on that endo dope 

Hypnotize better, we make cheddar 

All the haters hit the road, kill yo' self 

Half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some 

Bring that dro and play the beat 

Half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some 

Bring that dro and play the beat 

My nostrils so stopped up 

I can't even smell the weed smoke 

The green man, it got locked up 

So I better make the best out this dro 

I sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myself 

It might seem like I'm sick 

But that [unverified] done got me there 

I got a couple of chocolate thangs 

I got me a couple of white thangs 

I got me a couple of Chinese bitches 

That pussies really sideways 

I got a bag, zip lock 

Filled to the brim with a pound in it 

Me and scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes 

And make sure the click hit it 

DJ Paul, that's my dog 

We break down walls like King Kong 

Any nigga by my pad later on 

We smoke so much call us Cheech and Chong 

High as a bird, no like a plane 

Got me high, I'm feeling it man 

Ain't no shame in my game 

Give yo boy the co-cocaine 

Half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some 

Bring that dro and play the beat 

Half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow 

Half on a, half-half on a sack or some 

Bring that dro and play the beat