[Intro - - talking (echo)] (Poison) Stay boys and girls
1 - Freeway] Uh, it's how they gotta get high to get hot They smoke la to get hot, pop pills and what not You to hear this, I'm the codeine in your syrup The from the coca leaf, a necessity to hip-hop I am heroin's drip I'm equivalent to a zip lock of chronic from cess spot You wanna rap, huh? You up next, You wanna with the rest, well I'm your best option, I you quick with the tongue You can take me when you achin, make your go away I'm popular in the States, they even take me in Only thing, you gonna need product when you're done I promise you 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 Hooked on I got everybody 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 gettin off the reefer, you too All the people smokin, lookin at the on YouTube I got rock stars groups, U2 I through crews Me and music go back, I even had Ray Charles the blues Uh, had people on parole singin the They addicted, they took me in so quickly, they want I attract of your favorite people that rap They get grabbed with me quickly and get put on the Too bad, that's the side to things But I 'em hot, that's the upside to that I snatch celebrity couples like Whitney and Bob I even had Britney, ask Federline I feel so bad, he was so hard He was her heart and I was feedin her mind, come on
[Verse 3 - This is your brain on drugs, listen, it's your brain on drugs No rehearsal, it's that commercial with the egg in the pot mind fry when your brain on pot Choose the lesser of the evils, 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 that you had and you no 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 see you back on the mic You need a energy boost, you need some in your life even try to go to rehab and kick me But somehow they seem to get me back in they life I'm when singers sing and writers write Peep my movement, when clueless I keep 'em precise, uh