Three 6 Mafia Wild On Tour Lyrics

About the song: Three 6 Mafia Wild On Tour Lyrics is written and sung by Three 6 Mafia. The title of the song is Half on a Sack.

Three 6 Mafia Wild On Tour Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Ayy, ni^^a, 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’ fu^k her in the back of the bus
And fill her nose up full of that dust
Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour
Whoopin’ these ni^^as and fu^kin’ these whores
In the bathroom ’bout two whole hours
Gettin’ real high, passed out on the floor
Fu^k that shit, ni^^as 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 bit^hes, that pu^^y really sideways
A gallon bag, zip lock, filled to the brim with a pound in it
Me and Scarecrow gon’ fu^k 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 ni^^a 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

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