THREE 6 MAFIA - Fie It On Up Lyrics

Greenery and GOD, that's all that's inside of me
Reminiscein' of the day I started chokin'
Swisha leaves to keep me from gettin' paid
Smokin's what the chicken

Started usin marijuana at 13 years of age
Bacardi got my vision blurred, also with a bunch of herbs
Tryin to persuade the jury to mix it in with thunderbird
Trippin' as I crush the wall, now I'm screamin' fuck â€~em all

Livin' in Atlanta where the pimps use a fuckin' chrome
Wishin' I could glock a dome, I don't want to rob a hoe
Spendin' all my money, smokin' weed in a a optimole

Playa got me swisha , sweets got me rollin' silly specks
Smokin' all my troubles as I roll â€~em in a philly
Blunt with my thoughts they be lost or like green

I break the law, mix it up or jus let it blow up like a holocaust
Chiefin' is in the air, to trade
Smokin' weed in the escalade
Bring some of that reefer to put up in the air and blaze