Intoxicated (feat. Raekwon, Method Man, Macy Gray) [Official Audio]

I knew this chick by the name of Vera Wayne

Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game

We did it in the rain, on the hood of a Range

But Vera Wayne had a special friend called Heroin

She told me that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye

But back then I ain't gon' front, I was peddling 'caine

In the form of crack, she said that was a no-no

'Cause it's a poor man's drug and I would never get plugged

At how fast heroin as slow as cocaine was

Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too

To make it out the hood rich, bitch, off that stoop

So I took a tip after all and hit the strip

With bundles of that ghetto love to give to the kids

Mama said never get high on your own supply

Especially if you plan to leave this bitch rich

Reminiscin' on my past, damn near brings me to tears

See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear

Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rockin' the latest gear

New Year's after the ball, 21 thrown in the air

Watch her strip naked, back it up, D'Angelo knows the feelin'

Of that needle's warm embrace and it's sexual healin'

This track moves like the '70s, it got me feelin' great

Watchin' my pen noddin' off, spillin' words out on the beat

I'm scared to love you

'Cause you remind me of my past

Baby, you gotta trust me

'Cause I got a girl and you got a man

I don't want you to judge me

I just wanna be your friend

Baby, you gotta trust me

Ayo, I live by the rules, trust nothin' in skirts

'Cause with that big butt and a smile she be waitin' to flirt

With her next man, her next hand up under the skirt

Another dick in her jaw, more dick in her drawers

While you home sleepin', she creepin', you thinkin' it's yours

That's just how women is, I reminisce

On when I had to learn from experience why they called you a bitch

And I ain't the best, but I ain't never denied

But tell me what nigga flow sicker, spit shit better than I?

Supply dope on these tracks, you get federal time

You get your wig pushed back, I clap metal with mine

I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, nigga

We could strap a broad with a pack before I peddle a dime

Line for line, who's the best artist? The rest y'all garbage

But it's awkward as ass backwards, they still spinnin' your garbage

It's me, Blunt the Artist, y'all niggas is garbage

It's purple, you know what I mean?

They not new, though

Yo, sweat jackets velour

Rap money lookin' like crack money, relax money, niggas is raw

Sweet aromatic backwood fanatic, nigga, this is Cali

Vigilantes tatted and wife beaters in khakis

I'm takin' over 'cause y'all cookin' too much bakin' soda

B12 rock sellin' niggas, vacation's over

Medallions guaca, Moly rock a three-piece suit

We're never holdin' case the cops try to stop us

My henchman behind me in black Benzes with big choppers

Give the bar my life, nigga, the kid's proper

Wrist glint, the big shit, cult followin', fans be vixen

This is grown man business, pay attention or lay your position

Fuck around and have a fatal collision

The moment where you should've made your decision

I made it, I'm livin', I'm paid and

I'm winnin' from the aid of my wisdom

I created a system