Da Junkie Intro by Eddie Canyon Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Eddie Canyon}
Me and the home gunna reup, so we head out to the plug
Smoke a sack (what's up mane?) I'm high yeah I'm feelin' stuck
See the bars up on the windows and the door when we pull up
"Eddie don't act too goofy this time, mane, watch the cuttin' up"
So we slide up to the door
Hit it with a "knock, knock"
Plug be peepin' through the peephole with his hand up on the Glock
He open up the door
Says, "Come in" and gives up dap
Turns around and close the door
And says "Welcome to the Trap"
Yeah he hustlin' but I wouldn't really say his trap is bustin'
Bunch of bootleg Js and all the merch he slangin' lookin' busted
But them 09 Space Jams that he rockin' look legit
And yeah he got the gun up on his hip so really I ain't finna say nothin'
Him and homie start discussin'
And the Plug say he gone front him
He just want a lil' down payment for insurance but he trust him
They come to a deal and then the Plug says we can chill
And he gunna smoke us out and let us try a trippy little pill
Now I'm really really high and I'm really really trippin'
Sittin' on the couch next to this foxy lil' vixen
Yeah she funny and she know it and she really got me gigglin'
What is going on; Tim and Eric on the Television (mane)
I'm lookin' 'round the room admirin' people on these posters
"Aye, y'all want a beer?"
"Yeahdude"
"Cool, just keep it on them coasters. This ain't Lord of the Rings."
(Huh?) Wonderin' what he means
Now I'm gettin' paranoid wondering when we finna leave
But I tell myself to chill, "C'mon Eddie keep it G!"
Man I put myself in this position so frequently
I try to drown my conscious, just ignore that frequency
Just focus on the next high - after this, let's go get something to eat
Now I'm really feeling anxious and I'm startin' to disassociate
I'm questioning the affiliates with whom I associate
Good character can be corrupted by some company boi
If all your friends jump off that bridge you better have a bungee chord
Speakin' of fallin' thru, man The Plug is on his phone (brrrrrp)
Someone coming down to make a move and he ain't on his own
They already on they way and finna pull up out front
I look at my homie he zoned out thinkin' bout countin' up
Then The Plug go outside, but he leaves the front door cracked
Usually he checks us at the door, but I guess he got that gat
I hear shoutin' - next thing you know mane they caught up in a scuffle
It's more than drugs that got me trippin'; I think we in trouble
[Hook - Eddie Canyon]
Three dudes rush in the trap, they bust the door down with a kick
Mane The Plug is getting robbed - we just got caught up in a lick
Everybody on the ground, put yo heads up on yo head
Only speak when spoken to if you ain't tryna end up dead
Now my face is on the floor
Wondering how this finna go
I start praying The LORD my soul to keep if I still got a soul
Heart poundin' like a chopper, sweatin' bullets, are they finna blast?
This ain't Collumbine, but here's a question that they ask:
[Outro - The Robber}
Yo man, who in the * is this?
Who are you?
Who in the * is that? I recognize a couple of y'all * but who are you?
With your goofy-lookin' ass, you look like a cop
What are you, some type of wanna be undercover?
With your * who the * are you?
"What, you want my life story or somethin'?"
Yeah, nah, for real - who you with? Where you came from? Who are you?
Start talkin'
Start talkin' Junkie
Start talkin'
Me and the home gunna reup, so we head out to the plug
Smoke a sack (what's up mane?) I'm high yeah I'm feelin' stuck
See the bars up on the windows and the door when we pull up
"Eddie don't act too goofy this time, mane, watch the cuttin' up"
So we slide up to the door
Hit it with a "knock, knock"
Plug be peepin' through the peephole with his hand up on the Glock
He open up the door
Says, "Come in" and gives up dap
Turns around and close the door
And says "Welcome to the Trap"
Yeah he hustlin' but I wouldn't really say his trap is bustin'
Bunch of bootleg Js and all the merch he slangin' lookin' busted
But them 09 Space Jams that he rockin' look legit
And yeah he got the gun up on his hip so really I ain't finna say nothin'
Him and homie start discussin'
And the Plug say he gone front him
He just want a lil' down payment for insurance but he trust him
They come to a deal and then the Plug says we can chill
And he gunna smoke us out and let us try a trippy little pill
Now I'm really really high and I'm really really trippin'
Sittin' on the couch next to this foxy lil' vixen
Yeah she funny and she know it and she really got me gigglin'
What is going on; Tim and Eric on the Television (mane)
I'm lookin' 'round the room admirin' people on these posters
"Aye, y'all want a beer?"
"Yeahdude"
"Cool, just keep it on them coasters. This ain't Lord of the Rings."
(Huh?) Wonderin' what he means
Now I'm gettin' paranoid wondering when we finna leave
But I tell myself to chill, "C'mon Eddie keep it G!"
Man I put myself in this position so frequently
I try to drown my conscious, just ignore that frequency
Just focus on the next high - after this, let's go get something to eat
Now I'm really feeling anxious and I'm startin' to disassociate
I'm questioning the affiliates with whom I associate
Good character can be corrupted by some company boi
If all your friends jump off that bridge you better have a bungee chord
Speakin' of fallin' thru, man The Plug is on his phone (brrrrrp)
Someone coming down to make a move and he ain't on his own
They already on they way and finna pull up out front
I look at my homie he zoned out thinkin' bout countin' up
Then The Plug go outside, but he leaves the front door cracked
Usually he checks us at the door, but I guess he got that gat
I hear shoutin' - next thing you know mane they caught up in a scuffle
It's more than drugs that got me trippin'; I think we in trouble
[Hook - Eddie Canyon]
Three dudes rush in the trap, they bust the door down with a kick
Mane The Plug is getting robbed - we just got caught up in a lick
Everybody on the ground, put yo heads up on yo head
Only speak when spoken to if you ain't tryna end up dead
Now my face is on the floor
Wondering how this finna go
I start praying The LORD my soul to keep if I still got a soul
Heart poundin' like a chopper, sweatin' bullets, are they finna blast?
This ain't Collumbine, but here's a question that they ask:
[Outro - The Robber}
Yo man, who in the * is this?
Who are you?
Who in the * is that? I recognize a couple of y'all * but who are you?
With your goofy-lookin' ass, you look like a cop
What are you, some type of wanna be undercover?
With your * who the * are you?
"What, you want my life story or somethin'?"
Yeah, nah, for real - who you with? Where you came from? Who are you?
Start talkin'
Start talkin' Junkie
Start talkin'