[Intro - - talking (echo)] (Poison) Stay away boys and
[Verse 1 - Uh, it's crazy how they get high to get hot They smoke la to get hot, they pop pills and not You need to hear this, I'm the in your syrup The coca the coca leaf, a necessity to hip-hop I am heroin's drop I'm equivalent to a zip lock of chronic your cess spot 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 take me when you achin, make your achings go I'm popular in the States, they even take me in Only thing, you gonna need more product you're done I promise you you done, there's more product to come I even supply and doctors and ball players A few politicians, Jews, a few Christians I got some Muslims off their Deen, I'm mean
Yes, I am the product, I am the right's the World's 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 rappers 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, at the beef on YouTube I got rock stars groups, U2 I through crews Me and music go back, I even had Ray Charles singin the Uh, had people on singin the blues They addicted, took me in so quickly, they want back I most of your favorite people that rap get grabbed with 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 even snatch couples like Whitney and Bob I had Britney, ask Kevin Federline I so bad, he was workin so hard He was feedin her heart and I was feedin her mind, on
[Verse 3 - This is your brain on drugs, listen, it's your brain on drugs No rehearsal, it's like commercial with the egg in the pot Your mind fry when brain on pot the lesser of the evils, either use me or not I bet you die you ain't on top I bet you cry when the number you got Ain't the number that you had and you no longer in the one spot You to act so bad but now you are not I can make you act right, put me in the crack pipe Everybody see you back on the mic You need a boost, you need some smack in your life even try to go to rehab and kick me But somehow they always seem to get me in they life I'm there when singers sing and write Peep my movement, people clueless I keep 'em precise, uh