[Intro - - talking (echo)] (Poison) Stay away boys and
[Verse 1 - Uh, it's crazy how they get high to get hot smoke la to get hot, they pop pills and what not You to hear this, I'm the codeine in your syrup The coca the coca leaf, a necessity to hip-hop I am drip drop I'm equivalent to a zip lock of chronic from your spot You wanna rap, huh? You up next, You wanna compete the rest, well I'm your best option, I make you quick the tongue You can take me when you achin, make achings go away I'm popular in the States, they even me in Jamaica Only thing, you gonna need product when you're done I you when 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 That right's the dependent on me Yes, I am the product, instead of Hooked on I got everybody 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, Game too, too If you gettin off the reefer, you too All the smokin, lookin at the beef on YouTube I even got rock groups, U2 I through crews Me and music go back, I had Ray Charles singin the blues Uh, had people on parole singin the They addicted, they took me in so quickly, want back I attract most of your 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, the upside to that I even snatch celebrity couples like and Bob I even had Britney, ask Kevin I feel so bad, he was workin so He was feedin her and I was feedin her mind, come on
[Verse 3 - This is your brain on drugs, people listen, it's brain on drugs No rehearsal, it's like commercial with the egg in the pot mind fry when your brain on pot Choose the of the evils, either use me or not I bet you die you ain't on top I bet you cry the number that you got Ain't the number you had and you no longer in the number one spot You to act so bad but now you are not I can you act right, just put me in the crack pipe Everybody wanna see you on the mic You need a energy boost, you need some smack in your People even try to go to and kick me But somehow they always seem to get me back in they I'm there when singers sing and write Peep my movement, when clueless I keep 'em precise, uh