Half on a Sack

[Intro: Juicy J]
Ayy, nigga, get your weed, get your blow
Get your drank together
'Cause we 'bout to get high

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Nose all runny, found a 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 that I done done it
Cocaine Blain, that's my dawg
I 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
Whoopin' these niggas and fuckin' these whores
In the bathroom 'bout two whole hours
Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor
Fuck that shit, niggas out the frame
Take a one-on-one, back in the game
Back on the street, back on the strip
Lookin' for a freak to run a train

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
What you boys doin' with that weed?
Where you boys goin' with that shit?
Beggin' like a little kid
Give the homie a little bit
I ain't ever smoke, yeah, I smoke
Cheefin' on that indo dope
Hypnotize better, we make cheddar
All the haters hit the road (Kill yourself!)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My nostrils so stopped up, I can't even smell the weed smoke
The green man done 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 done kicked in and 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 pussy really sideways
A gallon bag, Ziploc, filled to the brim with a pound in it
Me and Scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes, mane, and put a dent in it

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
DJ Paul, that's my dawg
We break down walls like King Kong
Any nigga roll up, I pass me the RAW
We smoke so much, call us Cheech and Chong
High as a bird, no, as a plane
It got me high, I'm feelin' this, mane
Ain't no shame in my game
Give your boy that co-cocaine

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P