Now I'm High Pt. 3 Lyrics - Mystic Stylez - Three 6 Mafia

Chorus 

Triple 6 

Triple triple 6 smoked out 

Now im high 

Feelin' high 

Mained on my doggy style 

(Playa Fly) 

Fly so high in funkytown 

Mega blunts I gotta smoke 

snowin' sneezin' coughin' chiefin' 

Blowin' heavy holy dope 

Playa fuckin' rest 

By that funk 

Crunk by onion weed 

Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly 

Till you snote that P 

P funk got me goin' 

Hoe blowin' on montana pack 

Blunt just put me under 

But that snizote put me back on track 

Bustas blinded by my smoke 

How you like my smokin' screen 

Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean 

Fly got swishers full of blink 

Time to snort a white hoe bitch 

Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say 

Mane fuck that shit 

Suckers fill my atmosphere 

Hoe you should know open your ear 

Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear 

Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain 

Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause I'm blowin' man 

If you say I'm sprung 

Body numb 

Triple 6 and Fly 

Funkytown Fly bound and now I know you know im really high 

Chorus 

(Gangsta Boo) 

Smoked out loced out killas 

Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas 

So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a 

On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe 

Hoe its on this shit is on its on now hit the fuckin' floor 

Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill 

Is it them Triple 6 niggas mane is that shit for real 

Tha Jason mask 

On your ass 

When I'm gonna blast 

Your soul I'll take 

The ground will shake as I begin to laugh 

I light the candle sticks a crucifix about to take place 

The Devils Daughter 

Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case 

Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe 

I must be on your mind 

Stupid bitch 

I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine 

You know Im comin' 

Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga 

A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa 

You think I'm shakin' hell naw bitch 

You wanna test 

My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla 

Some hollow points up in your chest 

Chorus 

(Lord Infamous) 

Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up 

Like much of the herb 

The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion 

My vision is blurred 

The aroma of the marijuana 

The black of the smoke changing into black clouds 

Deep down in the dungeons 

My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused 

Your soul is horrified 

I0t's falling from the sky 

The Three 6 anti-christ 

Bloody seven seas 

The blackness in my eyes 

I hear an angel crie 

Now I lay down to die 

Come and burn with me 

In Scarecrows passed life 

I feel kinks an I ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts 

Now I'm back and im more murderous 

And I'm known as that mad nigga named Lord Infamous 

The Scarecrow could never come deeper 

The flow if I wasn't so full of that dope you know 

Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin' 

The scene and the sterile all in us 

And the lights of the dim and we grab the 

We pappin' the bone and 

We take all that smoke to our lungs 

A nigga got love for the bud 

And I'm smokin it up until ? 

When I'm getting crushed by the shotgun and smokin' 

Like it until da break of dawn 

Seriously circulating while the devil was takin' 

The souls of my sinister wand