[Intro - - talking (echo)] (Poison) away boys and girls
[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 this, I'm the codeine in your syrup The coca from the coca leaf, a to hip-hop I am heroin's drip I'm equivalent to a zip lock of chronic from your spot You wanna rap, huh? You up next, You wanna compete with the rest, I'm your best option, I make you quick the tongue You can take me you achin, make your achings go away I'm in the States, they even take me in Jamaica Only thing, you gonna more product when you're done I promise you when you done, there's product to come I supply coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, Jews, a few Christians I even got Muslims off their Deen, I'm mean
Yes, I am the product, I am the That right's the World's on me Yes, I am the product, of Hooked 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
2 - Freeway] Uh, too, Snoop too If you lifted off the reefer, you too All the people smokin, lookin at the beef on I even got rock 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, want back I attract of your favorite people that rap They get with me quickly and get put on the news Too bad, that's the down side to But I make 'em hot, that's the to that I even snatch celebrity couples Whitney and Bob I even had Britney, ask Kevin I so bad, he was workin so hard He was feedin her and I was feedin her mind, come on
[Verse 3 - This is your brain on drugs, people listen, it's your on drugs No rehearsal, it's like that with the egg in the pot Your mind fry when 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 that you got Ain't the number that you had and you no longer in the number one You to act so bad but now you are not I can make you act right, just put me in the pipe wanna see you back on the mic You need a energy boost, you some smack in your life People even try to go to and kick me But somehow they always seem to get me back in life I'm there when singers and writers write Peep my movement, when clueless I keep 'em precise, uh