Indo Smoke

Hey, this is the G-Child spaceketeers Are ya in the house baby Are ya in the house? You know what I'm sayin' 'Cause it's that time For you to kicks the Funk online as we rewind Then it will combine Smokin' on the bud Feelin' kinda high Sippin' on the gin Feelin' kinda fly A Warren G production Sits in the tape deck As Mista Grimm raps Over laps, don't say sh*t Just listen and recline for a spell Pass the fat spliff Back and forth (oh yeah) Stuck, unable to breathe Through the chronic Cloud that somehow Prevents me From installin' fresh air Ahh, Indosmoke Pass me the joint So I can take a toke One puff, two puff, three puff, four puff Five I'm feelin' real high Leaning to the side In my muthafuckin' ride With the OG gangsta glide Woo! Hey now ya know Inhale, exhale with my flow Breakaway, come again like this The LB to the C two times to miss 'Cause if you do You break you get broke Me and Mista G And the indosmoke Are you high yet? Whatever you do muthafucka You betta not choke This ain't no stress It's the muthafuckin' Indo smoke Fee, fi, foe really doe I'm still smokin' and sippin' Talkin' like a pimp Freakin', seekin' new lands With dope trend sport 'Cause indo smoke Is a man's sport I never feel stressed And that's the realist Just a proper herb For my chronic illness Please, let me go on with my day Relax with phat tracks and a real fat J Oh I think I'm in love Astounded from what it did Sended me far above On a fly cloke I can brag for days You can't swim with Grimm Because my tidal wave's high And thats no joke Because Mista Grimm takes Flight from the indo smoke Ignition to remission Blast off through the cos Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause I sonic boom when I return back to earth Birth of a new rhyme Will take no time I'm prepared, papers And a lighter to provoke A comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke Then gain composure Compose a symphony From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G Mixed together nicely Combining lick the linings vaula A fat chronic sack You can put in your jaw H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs Smokin' on the chronic Gettin' straight sprung Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin' Dancin' on the ceilin' like vinyl If ya hear me on some vinyl I break em till they can't be broke As I soak, in da indo smoke Ignition to remission Blast off through the cos Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause I sonic boom when I return back to earth Birth of a new rhyme Will take no time I'm prepared, papers And a lighter to provoke A comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke Then gain composure Compose a symphony From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G Mixed together nicely Combining lick the linings vaula A fat chronic sack You can put in your jaw H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs Smokin' on the chronic Gettin' straight sprung Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin' Dancin' on the ceilin' like vinyl If ya hear me on some vinyl I break em till they can't be broke As I soak, in da indo smoke Take a trip with Nate Dogg To the Eastside We will show you other Gangstas love to get high We get high on every Street in Long Beach So don't come to my hood begin That you can save me Nigga some funny man wanna Come to the East and raise it I gotta viscious left hook and You're damn right I will see Shouts go out to My nigga Mista Grimm And you know Warren G I gotta nigga named Gangsta Ron Who knows beats if you know me My name is Nate D-O double G and I'm comin' straight from the East Don't think you don't know Where I'm from, I'm from two one three Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' Nineteen ninety muthafuckin' three I got my muthafuckin' niggaz in the house I got my nigga Mista Grimm in the house I got my nigga B-Tip in the house I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house I got my nigga Ricky Rouse in the house I got the nigga Butch in the house I got my nigga Greg in the house He's engineering this, check it out You know what I'm sayin' Long Beach in the house We hooked up with some People from West Covina My nigga Mista Grimm, you know Ain't nothing but a G Thang Uh G Thang, if you don't Hear me though, yeah Are you high yet, are you high yet? Are ya high, are ya high big baby Are ya high? Nigga I asked you is you high I'm funked up I ain't be gettin' no women Nigga and you high, shit Or we can do this then It's over big baby