Twist It, Hit It, Light It lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Hook/Samples] 4x
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's the, that's the

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Days I still may, I'm chiefin' hay, I'm still feelin' good
Dodgin' all you freak beasts, see me later alligators up to no good
Watch my head swell, watch me choke, I can't take this dope
I'm blinder than a mothaf*cka, can't see through this cloudy smoke
Paul and Crunchy Black brought a sizzack, got that hay for days
Lil Fly in a daze, Skinny, Scarecrow got some Mary J
Feelin' kinda nice, cigarette spice twice as nice as ice
I'm high as a eagle with no wings, full of ghetto hype
Lil Buck-ah I'm so stuck-ah, what the f*ck-ah you put in this blunt?
Porterville, Olive Garden (?) got some (?) ass skunk
Chillin' in my chronic zone, I'm blinked to the f*ckin' bone
Sack after sack plus a yac, now it's on Jones
Kick back like a mack, that's a fact, take a chill pill
Not no baby face but you know Gangsta got some di*k-appeal
Twist it, hit it, light it; that's the way that sh*t's supposed to go
Inhale real quick, now hold it, watch my n*gga Skinny flow

[Hook/Samples] 4x
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's the, that's the
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Smokin' dope, coughin' smoke with my n*gga Gangsta Blac
Lil Gin got another sack (Lil Buck roll up somethin' fat!)
As we chief, sleep - woke, flamin' duals to the 5.0
Similar to the gun through my nose
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green sh*t
White boy Ricky keep that sh*t
So we choked up every night and day
Liquor store bound for the bumpy face
Rent-a-room full of G's, get 'em real high and take they cheese
That'll work, I'm on up here at Saturn while they down in earth
Smokin' babbage just like smokin' horse sh*t my nig
(We rollin' the swisher sweet fat as my di*k
And you n*ggas guaranteed to get high off that sh*t!)
Blow a junt, let's get drunk, cause we crunk off that skunk
Funk, blunt, head rush (whatever y'all do, don't burn my crush)
(Get buck, get buck, get buck)
At the club we makin' hoes scream while them n*ggas shout
First we get hyped up mane, then we turn that b*tch out
Bumpy face got me fallin' on my face, playa
When it enter my body, don't stop, I'm finna:

[Hook/Samples] 4x
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's the, that's the
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