Now I'm Hi Pt. 3 - Three 6 Mafia

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Fly so high in Funky Town

, mega blunts I gotta smoke

Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope

Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed

Don’t you think you higher than Lil Fly till you snort that P

P-funk got me goin', hoe I’m blowin' on montana pack

Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track

Bustas blinded by my smoke, how you like my smokin' screen?

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

Fly got swishers full of bling, time to snort a white ho bitch

Next she tell me Fly don’t need it but Fly say «Mane fuck that shit»

Suckers fear my atmosphere, ho you should have 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' mane

If you say I’m sprung, body numb, Triple 6 and Fly

Funky Town Fly bound and now I know you know I’m really high

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Smoked out, loced out killas ain’t takin' nothin' from you niggas

So back the fuck up before Da Devil’s Daughter click a

On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger ho

Ho it’s on this shit is on it’s 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 candlesticks, a crucifix about to take place

The Devil’s 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 I’m comin', don’t 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

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out

Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about the south

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

The Indo is creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing, my vision is blurred

The aroma of the marijuana, the blackest of smoke changing into black clouds

Deep down in the dungeons my darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused

Your soul is horrified, flames falling from the sky

The Three 6 anti-christ, bloody seven seas

The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry

Now I lay down to die, come and burn with me

In Scarecrow’s past life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood,

flesh and guts

Now I’m back and I’m more murderous and I’m known as that mad nigga Lord

Infamous

The Scarecrow could never come deep wit' that flow if I wasn’t so full of that

dope — you know

Triple 6 blowin' that weed and we keepin' the seed and the stem

Roll a bag in a slim

When the lights are real dim then we grab the weed pipe and the bong and we

take all that smoke to our lungs

A nigga got love for the bud and I’m smokin' it up until I’m feelin' numb

When I’m getting rushed by the shotgun and smokin' like it until da break of

dawn

Seriously circulating while I’m devastating the souls with my sinister wand