[Intro - Freeway - (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 and what not You need to hear this, I'm the codeine in your 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 cess You wanna rap, You up next, huh? You wanna compete with the rest, I'm your best option, I make you quick the tongue You can me when you achin, make your achings go away I'm popular in the States, they even take me in Only thing, you need more product when you're done I promise you when you done, there's more product to I even supply coppers and doctors and players A few politicians, some Jews, a few I even got 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 Hooked on I got everybody 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, Game too, too If you gettin off the reefer, you too All the people smokin, at the beef on YouTube I even got stars groups, U2 I move crews Me and music go back, I even had Ray Charles singin the Uh, had people on singin the blues They addicted, they took me in so quickly, they want I attract most of your favorite that rap They get 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 upside to I even snatch couples like Whitney and Bob I had Britney, ask Kevin Federline I feel so bad, he was so hard He was feedin her 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 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 number 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, put me in the crack pipe Everybody see you back on the mic You need a boost, you need some smack in your life People even try to go to and kick me But somehow they always seem to get me back in they I'm when singers sing and writers write my movement, when people clueless I keep 'em precise, uh