[Intro - - talking (echo)] (Poison) Stay away boys and
1 - Freeway] Uh, it's how they gotta 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 syrup The coca from the leaf, a necessity to hip-hop I am drip drop I'm to a zip lock of chronic from your cess spot You rap, huh? You up next, huh? You wanna compete the rest, well I'm your best option, I you quick with the tongue You can take me you achin, make your achings go away I'm popular in the States, even take me in Jamaica Only thing, you need more product when you're done I promise you when you done, there's product to come I supply coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, some Jews, a few I even got some Muslims off Deen, I'm mean
Yes, I am the product, I am the That right's the World's 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
2 - Freeway] Uh, Game too, too If you lifted off the reefer, you too All the people smokin, lookin at the beef on I even got stars groups, U2 I move through 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, want back I attract of your favorite people that rap get grabbed with me quickly and get put on the news Too bad, that's the down to things But I 'em hot, that's the upside to that I even snatch celebrity like Whitney and Bob I even had Britney, ask Federline I feel so bad, he was workin so He was feedin her heart and I was feedin her mind, on
[Verse 3 - This is brain on drugs, people listen, it's your brain on drugs No rehearsal, it's like that commercial the egg in the pot Your mind fry your 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 that 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, just put me in the crack Everybody see you back on the mic You need a boost, you need some smack in your life People try to go to rehab and kick me But somehow always seem to get me back in they life I'm there when singers sing and writers my movement, when people clueless I just 'em precise, uh