[Intro - - talking (echo)] (Poison) away boys and girls
[Verse 1 - Uh, it's crazy how gotta get high to get hot smoke la to get hot, they pop pills and what not You need to hear this, I'm the in your syrup The coca from the coca leaf, a to hip-hop I am heroin's drop I'm equivalent to a zip lock of chronic from your cess You rap, huh? You up next, huh? You wanna compete the rest, well I'm your best option, I make you quick with the You can me when you achin, make your achings go away I'm in the States, they even take me in Jamaica Only thing, you gonna need more product when done I promise you when you done, more product to come I even coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, some Jews, a few I even got some Muslims off their Deen, I'm
Yes, I am the product, I am the That right's the dependent on me Yes, I am the product, instead of on Phonics I got hooked on me Yes, I'm the product, I am the I got all these workin for me Yes, I'm the product, I am "The Chronic" I got Dr. Dre "Detoxin" off me
[Verse 2 - Uh, too, Snoop too If you gettin off the reefer, you too All the people smokin, lookin at the beef on I even got stars groups, U2 I move crews Me and music go back, I even had Ray Charles the blues Uh, had on parole singin the blues They addicted, they took me in so quickly, they want I attract most of favorite people that rap They get grabbed me quickly and get put on the news Too bad, that's the down to things But I make 'em hot, that's the to that I snatch celebrity couples like Whitney and Bob I had Britney, ask Kevin Federline I feel so bad, he was workin so He was feedin her heart and I was her mind, come on
[Verse 3 - is your brain on drugs, people listen, it's your brain on drugs No rehearsal, it's like that commercial the egg in the pot Your mind fry your brain on pot Choose the of the evils, either use me or not I bet you die when you on top I bet you cry when the number you got Ain't the that you had and you no longer in the number one spot You to act so bad but now you are not I can make you act right, just put me in the pipe Everybody see you back on the mic You need a boost, you need some smack in your life People try to go to rehab and kick me But somehow they always seem to get me back in they I'm there when singers and writers write my movement, when people clueless I just 'em precise, uh