Coolio — Smokin Stix

[Intro] Alright alright, alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug called stix. That's some kind of embalming fluid mixed with sherm those niggas down in...ha, those black guys down in Compton *guy toking up* Yo stop that! [Hook] Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm? [Verse 1] Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit Of the potent ass shit, the kind that make you strip Two-headed critter, now I'm an airplane Flyin' high inside my brain You know karate, I know insane Try to beat me down I feel no pain Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy Down for mine, that's the way mama raised me Summertime we freak in the heat Butt naked in the middle of the street We're smokin' stix Yeah [Hook] Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm? [Verse 2] If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it Take the Sherman cigarette and dip it in the fluid Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin' lovely Light and stars all around me and above me Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work Try to step into the Circle I chop 'em up like wood Put 'em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope 'Cause nigga's gettin' short, I'm chokin' from the smoke I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke Got a large loot, got it robbin' that's 'cause I was broke Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein' I got to get a grip 'cause the nigga's about to flip Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin' stix Yeah [Hook] Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Who got the balm? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the balm? [Verse 3] Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat Under the bed, soakin' wet, wearin' boots and a hair net Empty .45 was layin' on the dresser Last night I played the role of the tester Toked up a good bag, then I had a good nap Flashback got me ready to scrap I don't know what I done did And I don't know where I done been I know last night I robbed my friend And if that's wrong then call it a sin But I was broke and broke ain't no joke And I can't cope without my Smith so So dip it up and watch me suck it up And I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot! Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop We're smokin' stix You're getting late, I can't wait much longer I lose all my control when I start to feel this way Let me feel it, I know it's there You got me loving you, when I don't wanna care, yeah