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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Coolio
Vocals
The Homies
The Homies
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Conway
T. Conway
Songwriter
A Feldman
A Feldman
Songwriter
Allen Felder
Allen Felder
Songwriter
Artis Ivey Jr.
Artis Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Boy
Billy Boy
Producer
Dobbs The Wino
Dobbs The Wino
Producer
Brian Dobbs
Brian Dobbs
Producer
Brian G
Brian G
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton, California He gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug called Stix That's some kind of embalmment fluid mixed with scherm Those niggas down in, those black guys down in Compton Down in Compton, yo, stop that Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? 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 no razzing 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 Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? I want it, I want it If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin' lovely Lights 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, yeah Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? I want it, I want it Woke up the next morning in a cold sweat Under the bed, soakin' wet, wearin' boots and a hair net Empty fourty five was layin' on the dresser Last night I played the role of the tester Toked up a good bag, Jenna 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
Writer(s): Artis L Jr Ivey, Brian Dobbs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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