[Intro - Freeway - (echo)] (Poison) Stay boys and girls
[Verse 1 - Uh, crazy how they gotta 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 the coca leaf, a necessity to hip-hop I am heroin's drop I'm equivalent to a zip lock of from your cess spot You wanna rap, You up next, huh? You wanna compete with the rest, well I'm your option, I you quick with the tongue You can take me when you achin, your achings go away I'm popular in the States, they even me in Jamaica thing, you gonna need more product when you're done I you when you done, there's more product to come I supply coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, Jews, a few Christians I even got some Muslims off 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 on Phonics I got hooked on me Yes, I'm the product, I am the I got all these rappers 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 lifted off the reefer, you too All the people smokin, at the beef on YouTube I got rock stars groups, U2 I move through Me and go back, I even had Ray Charles singin the blues Uh, had people on parole singin the They addicted, they took me in so quickly, want back I most 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 'em hot, that's the upside to that I even snatch couples like Whitney and Bob I even had Britney, ask Kevin I so bad, he was workin so hard He was feedin her heart and I was her mind, come on
[Verse 3 - This is your brain on drugs, listen, it's your brain on drugs No rehearsal, it's like that commercial 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 when you on top I bet you cry when the number you got Ain't the number that you had and you no in the number 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 wanna see you on the mic You a energy 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 back in life I'm there when singers sing and write Peep my movement, people clueless I keep 'em precise, uh